The only thing that I can see is his eyes, that are as weak as our bond. I glance at him and he stares back at me. Our eyes lock together. It feels like my body is floating of all the rage inside of me.
His face is getting blur. The screams and failure spreads through my entire body and my heart is at it's breaking point. My hearing isn't functioning anymore and my breathing fasters up by some couple seconds. Is this what getting heartbroken feels like?
Why would he do this to me now? After all these years I spent on him, trying to be the girl of he's dreams but I guess that wasn't enough. Because to my surprise, I found him in our apartment, in our room and once again in our bed with his dick in another women. But to be more precise, his dick is thrusting in and out of a women that was once my dearest best friend.
I storm out without saying a word, I didn't need to say anything. The tears in my eyes slowly fall down. As slow as the world around me. As seconds run by, I continue to run with all my might. In the first 10 seconds after I made my run, i was hoping for my boyfriend to run after me and say something between the lines of "it's not what it looked like" or " she made me do it" but nothing like that happened. That's what hurts the most actually. The not caring part about our relationship.
After a while of running I finally stop and for the first time since the first fast steps I took, I look around my self. The bright high street lamps surround me and the dark whether overpowers the city. The high buildings that have these small balconies are everywhere in my sight. That warms my heart a little bit. I have always dreamed of owning a small apartment here. Right in the middle of the hyacinth-street. This very block is where I grow up. But than I remember how my stepsister took my rights away and my mind for the first time gets clear. I know what to do and I will do it now or later.
But just when I was about to cross the street, a car ran over me and that's when I saw my every foolish life flash right in front of me.
"please don't die on me!" was the last thing I could hear before i lose consciousness and a spark sparks in my mind.