Ghost of you :: Act VI
Kzaint
Chapter 1
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It was Girlfriend's Day.
He showed up with her favorite flowers in one hand and a tiny silver necklace in the other. She smiled so brightly that he forgot how exhausted he was from working overtime just to afford them.
They spent the entire day together.
He took photos of her in every place she found pretty. She complained that he was taking too many, but laughed every time she caught him smiling behind the camera.
"Delete that one." She complained, but there's no bite to it.
"It's my favorite."
"It doesn't even look good." He quickly replied, puffing her cheeks.
"It does to me."
She rolled her eyes before slipping her hand into his.
"You're so unfair."
He never asked why.
He was too busy believing forever still existed.
-
The necklace stayed inside its box.
The flowers dried.
The photos remained untouched until one night.
He emptied every drawer in silence, throwing gifts into a trash bag that refused to fill fast enough. Frames shattered against the floor. Pictures folded into the fire, their smiling faces disappearing one by one.
He whispered "I'm sorry."
There was no one left to hear it.
-
Almost a year later, he returned to the bench where they first met.
He sat there for hours.
Then she came.
For one foolish second, his heart believed it had survived for this moment.
He stood and called her name.
She stopped.
Only because she recognized it.
He walked closer, his eyes already red.
"You.. you came back.. I know I don't deserve another chance... but I haven't lived a single day without thinking about you."
She stared at him.
Expressionless.
"I have."
His breathing faltered.
"I still love you."
"I don't."
"...Not even a little?"
"No."
The answer came so quickly that it sounded like she'd practiced saying it.
He lowered his head, trying to hide the tears he could no longer control.
"I kept waiting for you." He sobbed, holding his tears as his hands began to shake.
She sighed.
"Then stop."
"I can't."
"You have to."
"I don't know how." He whispered as he tried to search for any sign that she'll love him back.
but her eyes never softened.
"Learn."
A voice called her name from behind.
She turned immediately.
A man walked over, gently taking the shopping bag from her before reaching for her hand.
She held his without hesitation.
Before leaving, she looked at her ex one last time.
"I already forgot what it felt like to love you."
Then she walked away.
He remained on the bench where their story had begun.
He opened his phone one last time.
Thousands of photos.
Hundreds of memories.
Only one person still remembering them.
"I kept every photo because I was afraid I'd forget your smile. I never imagined I'd have to live with the truth that you forgot mine first."
It was Girlfriend's Day.
He showed up with her favorite flowers in one hand and a tiny silver necklace in the other. She smiled so brightly that he forgot how exhausted he was from working overtime just to afford them.
They spent the entire day together.
He took photos of her in every place she found pretty. She complained that he was taking too many, but laughed every time she caught him smiling behind the camera.
"Delete that one." She complained, but there's no bite to it.
"It's my favorite."
"It doesn't even look good." He quickly replied, puffing her cheeks.
"It does to me."
She rolled her eyes before slipping her hand into his.
"You're so unfair."
He never asked why.
He was too busy believing forever still existed.
-
The necklace stayed inside its box.
The flowers dried.
The photos remained untouched until one night.
He emptied every drawer in silence, throwing gifts into a trash bag that refused to fill fast enough. Frames shattered against the floor. Pictures folded into the fire, their smiling faces disappearing one by one.
He whispered "I'm sorry."
There was no one left to hear it.
-
Almost a year later, he returned to the bench where they first met.
He sat there for hours.
Then she came.
For one foolish second, his heart believed it had survived for this moment.
He stood and called her name.
She stopped.
Only because she recognized it.
He walked closer, his eyes already red.
"You.. you came back.. I know I don't deserve another chance... but I haven't lived a single day without thinking about you."
She stared at him.
Expressionless.
"I have."
His breathing faltered.
"I still love you."
"I don't."
"...Not even a little?"
"No."
The answer came so quickly that it sounded like she'd practiced saying it.
He lowered his head, trying to hide the tears he could no longer control.
"I kept waiting for you." He sobbed, holding his tears as his hands began to shake.
She sighed.
"Then stop."
"I can't."
"You have to."
"I don't know how." He whispered as he tried to search for any sign that she'll love him back.
but her eyes never softened.
"Learn."
A voice called her name from behind.
She turned immediately.
A man walked over, gently taking the shopping bag from her before reaching for her hand.
She held his without hesitation.
Before leaving, she looked at her ex one last time.
"I already forgot what it felt like to love you."
Then she walked away.
He remained on the bench where their story had begun.
He opened his phone one last time.
Thousands of photos.
Hundreds of memories.
Only one person still remembering them.
"I kept every photo because I was afraid I'd forget your smile. I never imagined I'd have to live with the truth that you forgot mine first."
Chapter 1
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