The Split

I stood staring at her. "I'm sorry what did you say" I asked, my
voice barely a whisper.
"It's for the best, I don't love you anymore" she said her eyes
beginning to water. I looked at her hurt, my heart racing. I could feel
tears welling up and knew soon I would begin to cry, the thought of
life without her made my knees buckle and I had to sit down.
"Why" I shouted, anger welling up inside me like hell's own
cauldron.
"There is no reason; I just fell out of love." She sat down beside me
and reached for my hand. I jerked it away and lit a cigarette.
We sat in silence. As I smoked, thoughts whirled in my head like the
water down a plug hole. For four years we had been a couple, a damn
good couple. When we fought it was something spectacular to behold, but
so was the making up. I used to look at her and my heart would ache,
butterflies would wrestle wildly in my stomach and I would grin like
the village idiot.
Her blonde hair was soft and always smelled of life. Her blue eyes
could see right into my soul, her body would fill me with longing and
desire. She was my world, and now I had lost it all I wondered what I
would do, what would become of me.
"What now" I asked trying to stop myself from breaking down until I
had left her house.
"Friends" she said smiling hopefully. I snorted in disgust, what's the
point of going back to Earth once you've had Heaven.
"Please I still want to be your friend, you mean a lot to me." I ran my
hand over her face, feeling features I had grown to love, knowing I
would never touch her like this again. Finally I moved my hand from her
soft skin and stood up. She clasped my hand tightly. "Please" she said
again. "Let us remain friends." I nodded slowly. "Yes I would like
that, but not now. I need time to sort myself out."
She stood and hugged me, her small arms gripping me tightly and I
realised that although she didn't love me she still found it hard to
let go. We stared at each other for a long time before finally I gave
her one last kiss. Tears were rolling down my face but I didn't care,
the world had stopped spinning.
Slowly we parted and I said goodbye. I left the house and walked. I
walked all day and all night, through the city streets and the country
fields. I passed people of all shapes and sizes, colour and race
without noticing a single one.
My thoughts were confused and sometimes I would stop and shout and
scream, I would smoke cigarette after cigarette. I challenged God,
shouting at him to release me from my pain, blaming him for the
hurt.
Eventually I arrived home, weary and sad. My life had changed, been
spun on its axis and now I had to try and make it work again. I knew it
would be hard, frustrating and sometimes I knew I would want to give
up. I would make it though, I would get through it and then maybe we
would be friends, even after Heaven, Earth isn't so bad you know.