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“When did you fall out of love with me?” - Alessia Cara
P.S. I wrote this off of a personal experience, and that shit hurted.
Something was different. It was all so different now, and it set loose a new ache in your soul. Something that ached and burned down to your bones. It hurt, but it was bittersweet, and you weren’t mad. You couldn’t ever be mad at him. The man you had fallen in love with, the man that meant the world to you.. you didn’t know what you had done, if it was really anything at all.
Tonight was the night that you set it all to rest. Your chest was tight, breathing short, the overwhelming ache burrowed deep in your stomach, burning you from the inside out, but still, you were never mad. You couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice, not when he looked like that. He was so shatteringly beautiful a new rise of emotion pulled from your throat, something kindred to longing, something that stung.
Your throat constricted, acid rising to burn on your tongue with every word, “I can’t do this anymore.” Iruka, at least, had the decency to act surprised, even though you knew that was the furthest thing he felt, “What do you mean?” His words were suffocating, and your mind seized under his question, all your emotions washing away to be replaced with something you could only name as grief.
It sizzled through your nerve endings before resting softly against the forefront of your brain, the heat of it making tears pool at your lash line, “You don’t love me anymore.” You sounded so painfully honest that it even made you flinch back, but you couldn’t fight the tears anymore, and when the first wave of distress washed through you, you choked out a, “I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t mean to word it like that.”
Iruka didn’t meet your gaze, opting to keep his eyes low, pointed to the ground, and when he spoke again, his voice was wet with emotion, “I should be the one apologizing.” Your head shook rapidly, your own gaze flickering down to look at the haphazardly packed bags at your feet, “I-is it someone else?” He couldn’t stop the words, and they made your body relax, “No, Never.”
The relief you felt was palpable to him, and you couldn’t tell if his next words were to comfort you, or himself, “I never stopped loving you..” You rubbed at your puffy eyes, mouth parting in a broken laugh, “You just don’t love me like you used to.” For the first time that night, your gaze met his, “No. I don’t.”
You appreciated his honesty, but that didn’t stop the sorrow that rushed through your blood, “That’s okay... I’m not mad.” You stepped closer to him, arms wrapping around him in a gentle embrace, and when he slumped against you, the wetness of his skin against yours broke the last of your resolve, and you wrapped tighter around him. You soaked up the last moments of his affection, the ache ripping through your bones at a new speed. You gazed around the home you had created with him, and even as your hands shook, you cradled his tearstained face, “We’ll be okay.”
