The EndA Story by Diana MontoyaSometimes, we just have to accept it's overShe sat on
the bench, her hands buried in the pockets of her jacket, trying to keep away
the cold. Her eyes searched the park for any sign, but thre was none.
The white snow was untouched except for her footprints, and in the clear air
there was no sigh of anyone making it's way towards her.
She was
sore from sitting on a cold bench for so long, and the wind bit her face
but she didn't give up. She still held hope that he would come. That
despite everything that had happened, he would still care about her as much as
she cared about him. Her
friends thought her stupid and naive to think that they still had a chance. But
they didn't know everything that they shared; their conversations, their
laughs, the honesty that they shared. She knew that he wouldn't lie, that he
loved her. Her blind
trust in him brought her where she was now, sitting on a cold bench. She held
on to his promise with all her strength, knowing he wouldn't disappoint her.
He wasn't like that. He never was. After all she had given him a
year and a half of her life; she knew him well enough to know that he didn't
lie like that. Her phone
vibrated in her pocket, and for a split second she thought it could be him.
However, her hopes fell to the floor when she noticed her best friend's name
flashing on the screen. With a sigh, she returned the phone to her pocket
unanswered. No one
knew where she went. She knew they would try to stop her, and she didn't want
to deal with that. They just didn't understand that this was something she had
to do. She could practically hear her best friend telling her how stupid it was
for her to sit out in the cold for a guy. And to top it off, a guy that had
broken up with her. Her breath
was visible in the cold air, just like it was the day it all ended.He had taken
her to the cafe where they met in the middle of the summer. He was
uncharacteristically serious and cold towards her. His strange attitude worried
her, but the last thing she expected was for him to end it. His eyes
were filled with sadness as he looked at her, but he was unable to hold her
gaze for long. He had stared at his coffee most of the time he explained
his reasons to her. He was moving soon. He would be leaving for who knows
how long, and probably wouldn't be able to return. He shook
his head when she had proposed a long distance relationship. He refused to tie
her down like that. He knew that he wouldn't be able to give her everything he
wanted, everything she deserved to have. "It's
better this way," he had said, and with one last, short, sweet kiss, he
left her. She never
thought she would cry over a guy, but she couldn't stop the tears from falling.
She walked back home that day with her arms wrapped around her stomach, trying
to get rid of the empty feeling that filled her. It was the
next night that she decided to send him a message. She wasn't about to quit on
him so easily. She left him a voice mail telling him that she loved him and
didn't want to say goodbye. She told him to meet her at the park where they
first started dating so they could work something out and she reminded him of
his promise, hoping that would make him come. Not once
had she contemplated the possibility that he wouldn't arrive. But now she
started doubting herself. What if he didn't come? She was sure that he would.
Hadn't he said that he would never give her up? That she was stuck with him for
a long time? Those were much more then empty words, so where was he now? Glancing
up at the sky, she noticed that the light of the day was almost gone, the
streetlights already starting to turn on. If he didn't come soon she would have
to go home. Why didn't he come? She wrapped her jacket tighter around herself
when she started to shiver, remembering how warm his arms were when he hugged
her. Just a little longer she kept telling
herself, the faith that he would come now fading. Just
a few more minutes. However,
five minutes turned into twenty and then forty, and he still hadn't come. Each
minute was eternal, but she didn't leave, hoping that he would arrive soon
enough. When the
church bells sounded announcing the seven o'clock ceremony, she realized that
he wouldn't come. She told him to meet her at five. If he were coming, he
wouldn't have kept her waiting for so long. Tears started falling down her face and she didn't bother to stop them. Her hand held tightly the heart necklace that he had gotten her, holding on to the last thing that connected her to him. Burring her head in her hands, still holding the necklace, she allowed herself to cry for a couple of minutes. No matter what, I'll make sure you are happy. The words that he had promised her over and over again rang in her
head. She wasn't happy. Where was he? Why wasn't he keeping this promise like
he kept all the others? Why did he give up on what they had? Why...?
Why...? Why...? Her
shoulders shook as she let all the pain and betrayal she was feeling wash over
her. A part of her was angry with him for not coming, for giving up;
while another still believed that he still cared, that he wanted to come
but something came up and he couldn't. After she
maneged to stop the tears, she wiped her eyes and stood up. She had to accept
that this was the end. She had to move on. Though she might not be able to love
some one as she loved him, she would be happy. It was what he would want. Her
world couldn't end with one guy. Hadn't she always said that she would never
depend on anyone? Now was the time to prove her words. She would move on, but
she would never forget him. With those
thoughts she headed out of the park and into the cold night with a sad
heart. The park
was quiet and still. The moonlight gave the snow a blueish glow, smooth and
untouched except for where the girl had walked and one other place. A cold wind
ruffled the leaves of the trees and made the swings move slightly back and
forth. Hidden in the shadows of the trees, a person stood. He had arrived before the girl, and did nothing but watch her while she sat there and waited. A million emotions ran through his eyes, and his body visibly tensed when the girl started to cry. However he
never moved; though he wanted to. That night would be one he would always
regret. During most of the night, he had to fight back tears that threatened to
slip out of his eyes. He wouldn't allow himself to cry. Not again. He watched
her walk away with a pained face. This was the day he wished never came. She
didn't deserve to feel that pain. For so long he had watched her. He would give
anything to see her replace her tears with smiles. Why did the honest ones have
to feel such pain? Not anyone would love with all her heart like she did;
otherwise she wouldn't have waited for so long. Once she
was almost out of the park he spoke three words into the cold wind, and then
turned and stalked off, hands in his pockets and head low. "I love you" © 2012 Diana MontoyaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDiana MontoyaColombiaAboutDiana was born in Medellín, Colombia, moved to the USA when she was three and went back to her home land when she was nine. Being lucky enough to be bilingual at a young age, her life allow.. more..Writing
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