Revolving

A Story by Ashley

short story

What was gone would return. What was said would be taken back. Days would go by and yet is seemed as though time was at a standstill. Letting go would not be easy. She couldn't look at it all anymore. It was taking up too much of her space. The pictures on the wall were not of her family and friends. The pots and pans in the cupboards she did not buy. The dog that laid on the floor she did not want. The person of whom these belonged to never seemed to be in existence. She was tired of the maybes, the broken promises and the false "I love you". What was she doing? This was uncertain. It just felt as though there was still something to believe in, something worth holding onto. In reality though, there was nothing. All that lingered was a faintness of hope that never seemed to be in grasp.

It was the fantasy of the almost perfect love full of vivid dreams and a desired future of happiness that clouded her mind. The thought of this was a lie, and it was wrong but to her it felt so right. Nothing but lies and false hope filled her home. No voice to be heard. No skin to touch. No body to lie next to. Just things that she masked as love filled her home.

She started to take the pictures down off of the walls and as she stared at the bare walls she began to cry. What was now the end was the start of a new beginning. She was letting go and that was finally coming into realization. It was a scary thought and her heart was pounding but she took a deep breath and continued.