Category : Stories

Sub Category : Childrens

"Hey." He said. "Oh. Sorry I wasn't listening. What is it you're saying?" I asked.
Yeah. I'm thinking something and I'm out of my mind, a blank space is all that I have.
"I'm asking if what color should be our wedding motif?" I sighed. "I don't know." I answered coldly. "Hey, what's happening to you? You're not feeling well, are you?" I just rolled my eyes and sank on the couch, putting the pillow on my head.
"Come on. I need your idea in here." He held my hand and kissed it. "I am tired okay? I'm so tired."
I pulled my hand away from him. "I don't even know what I am doing here. Why am I still here?" Now that I can't help my tears from falling...
"Why don't you call her and ask her? This is your wedding...THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OURS!" I cried harder. "I'm sorry. It was–I was too late to save what's ours."
"I'm sorry that I didn't fight for you, it's my fault that I gave up, because I'm weak!" I yelled but then I realized, "And I am not like her." There, I almost whispered.
He wiped away the tears and framed my face. "I still love you tho." He whispered. I removed his hands from my face.
"Unlove me please. That's maybe the most hurtful thing for us to do but...unlove me."