Her breath fogged in front of her face as she walked. Her hands were buried deep in her pockets and she was lost in her thoughts as she walked to the spot she had been to on numerous occasions. She was aching to interlace her fingers in his, and rest her head on his shoulder. She had butterflies in her stomach. She looked up and saw the dark clouds gathering above her. She had no intentions of getting caught in the rain. She hurried along and reached the spot where she meant to go to.
He was already sitting there, on the rock they had shared their first kiss. His face was grim, and his hands were clasped together. He looked up as her feet crushed the dry leaves on the ground, and she came sat next to him, and took his hands in hers. They sat like that for some time. Seconds turned to minutes. Suddenly he turned to face her. It seemed like he had something to say. She looked up at him expectantly. He looked at the ground, and then kissed her forehead.
“Its over,” he whispered.
She tried to look into his eyes, except that they were empty.
As a tear fell from her brown eyes, she said , “please, can’t we give it another shot?”
He looked away.
Not once in his life had he looked away, not once had he not looked her in the eye. His silence, his expression, his void eyes seemed to say it all. By now, the tears were flowing freely from her eyes.
He undid his hands from hers, and stood up. “Sorry,” he mouthed. “I’m sorry, babe.”
He thought she still looked beautiful. But he had been cheating on her. Despite the clumped lashes, her red cheeks, her puffy eyes, she was still a beauty. He hadn’t loved her as he should have, he hurt her, and didn’t realize its impact. Ever. And despite the fact that he loved her, he had to do this, because he knew that each time he thought that it was the last time he ever cheated, he did it again. And he couldn’t bear to hurt her. So, with a heavy heart, and tears in his eyes, he turned away, and walked out of her life