This is my last goodbye
This will be my final tear for love to die
I will not wait here
And waste my whole life
With my last goodbye

“let me go!” I yelled at him when he gripped my arm. Kris came home to see me packing my things.

“where are you going?” his gripped on my arm tightened

“that’s none of your business!” I tried yanking his arm off

“you and whatever you do is my business” he said through gritted teeth

“I was never yours” I glared at him and tried to yank my arm off his grip. That made him let go of me

“I have always been yours” he whispered and looked down. I didn’t see his expression. Those words made me stop packing for a few seconds

“you were never mine.” I whispered back and continued packing

“please, don’t go.” I could hear the pain and anguish in his voice. My heart clenched. You are stronger than this. You will never be free if you go weak on him.

“you have a lot of women to accompany you. I’m pretty sure the house is big enough to accommodate all of them. I’ll just get out of your hair so can spend more time with them.” That came out far more sarcastic and cold that I intended it to be but that was good

He suddenly hugged me tight “please. I need you. You’re the only one I want. Please, I’ll do anything just for you to stay with me” Kris cried and pleaded

“anything?”

“yes, anything” he sounded hopeful

“let me go” I said calmly

“except for that. please”

“you said anything” I tried to loosen his grip on my waist

“don’t go…” he cried

I was free of his grip and started walking away. I silently closed the door. And left.

My love for him drowned me. It caged my sanity. He became the air I breathe. I was moulded into the person he wanted. I became a prized possession. I lost myself in the whole process. He blindfolded me and i trusted him. I was like a lost puppy. With only a little of the real me left, I still had a heart. I still wasn’t made of stone. I wasn’t cruel to the people I learned to cherish and love.

We stood face-to-face at a bridge near a park. His expression cold and hard while mine was impassive I started to speak

“thank you and goodbye.” I took my ring off and handed it to him and walked away.

a/n: thank you for reading! please anticipate for the next story entitled "Is there a happy ending for the two of us"