Their Story

A Story by Fay

My poem "Letting Him Go For Love" converted to a story

He looked at her adoringly. It was sickly sweet at how he was staring at the girl across the room with a longing look on his face. I snorted. He looked back at me and smiled bemused. "What?" he asked, curious. I shook my head and turned away, not wanting to face him suddenly.

It had been almost a year since we became close, but it was only recently that we had become an official couple. For the first few months I was on cloud nine, oblivious to the slow but now-sure signs of something very wrong in our relationship. The green-eyed monster entered my life in the form of another girl.

The girl was new and very pretty, but she was also extremely down-to-earth and extremely friendly. She turned out to be quite popular. Currently she was surrounded by a large crowd.

But there was a forlorn look on her face as she stared out of the cafeteria window. Catching me looking at her, she smiled and waved before looking at him again.

What was happening was quite obvious, but it still hurt. She was pining after him while he was with me, and he clearly liked her, perhaps even loved her. Left to fate, they would be together. Perhaps, grow old together, have children, look back on their life together at their old age. What was stopping them? Me.

I hated looking like the villain in all this. Selfishly put, I wanted to stay in this relationship with my best friend turned boyfriend who still cared for me. I wanted what he was dreaming of with her - their destiny. I wanted him to be mine, body, soul and mind.

Why? Because he was a really special guy. His really good characteristics coupled with his good looks made him an Adonis in many females' minds. He used to be the most sought-after guy. And me? I was the woman who had always been 'the friend', pushing him when he acted cowardly and him supporting me when I wasn't brave enough. We were really good friends, but that was all we were. Even now, with us officially dating, but with their longing stares at each other, that was all we will ever be - friends.

He would have gone to her, been by her side if he weren't with me. But being the person he is, he would never hurt me (or any other woman), even if it killed him, and even if it killed her slowly in the process.

I'm not stupid, I can see what I'm doing to them. I'm killing them slowly in the process, mentally and eventually physically. Just to be with him, I'm forcing him to be in a relationship he doesn't even want to be in.

I want to let him go, so he can be with her and become the person he used to be. They can follow their dreams and watch the world together, side-by-side. We can all be friends, and he'll be back to the person he used to be with me - my best friend.

Also I don't want to continuously be known as the 'bad person' by everyone. Their looks are so obvious, everyone can see it clearly now. How do I know? The glares I receive everyday, the sneering behind my back, and the crowds of people rushing to her side, supporting her, wanting to alleviate her pain.

I'm a coward in all this, I know. I'm letting my egoistical whims get in the way of him, her, and me. But the heartbreak and pain is stopping me. But don't I deserve someone too? Shouldn't I get my happily ever-after?

This has been going on for long. Too long. Which is why when he looked at her in a sickeningly sweet way today, I decided. I'm going to let him go, even if it kills me. I'm going to stop being a coward.

He's looking at her again. I sigh, gaining his attention. Looking at me confused I take a deep breath. I have his full attention now. "Go to her." I mutter. He looks at me, and asks. "Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you - you were too soft." I sigh again, pray quickly for courage and stand up. Still confused, he stands up too. Everyone turns to look at us now. "Please go to her. You both clearly love each other." He looks shocked. "What are you talking about?" Tears are streaming down my face now. "You know what I mean. Please don't make me repeat it." I beg. I take his hand, and turn to her. "Please come here and take his hand. Promise me you both will cherish each other." So surreal, but so dramatic, and equally painful.

They both look at me. I nod at them both, trying to reassure them. His hand, still in mine, gives me a squeeze before slowly letting go. She gets up now. I step back, still crying. They are walking to each other.

I don't want to watch the next part, so I hurry out of the room. I don't see them come forward to each other, and I don't see him take her hand. I definitely don't see them kiss. I'm too far gone by then.

Alone I let the pain engulf me, and I hear my heart shatter into a million pieces, until the blackness invites me. I feel nothing now in the darkness. I'm too far gone.

I hope they're happy.