Want Me

Posted: August 31, 2014 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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Recently I read some very good short fiction, some of it from a friend who posts her stuff here. So I was feeling a bit inspired (in a sense). Here is the result: 

I called him because that is what I thought I should do. He answered because that is what he thought he should do. Funny word, ‘should’.

It was only later that I realized I was doing it because I wanted to. He because he had to. And that made too much of a difference. That little place under my sternum started to hurt, to ache. Then the pain started to spread.

It ached and ached and the worst of it was, he saw it. He knew he caused it. But he just did not understand.

He didn’t understand that it wasn’t about what could be or what could not. It was about what he wanted. About how much he wanted me. If I mattered to him in the same way in which he had consumed me.  

I went on a drive to think. To clear my head.  

Later they said I nearly died. That there was a semi and the car had wrecked. The piece of glass almost punched through my heart. I told them of course it couldn’t. He’d carved my heart out a long time ago, piece by piece. There was nothing left to cut. 

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Comments
  1. This is hauntingly beautiful!

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