Writing Prompt

“I guess I just don’t love you anymore.” “W… why? Why did you say that?” “Because you left me, Lucas! You left me alone with nothing but a broken heart and a pile of debt to fall back on. I can’t do this anymore.” The two stood there, staring at each other for the longest time before tears began streaming down their faces. ‘This is it,’ thought Eliott as he felt his chest constrict. He was finally going to be free. This was it. The end. Everything would finally be over. But then, in the blink of an eye, it was already over. His eyes were blurry as he saw Lucas run away, crying loudly. The world seemed to move at a slow pace as he watched him leave. The only thing Eliott could hear was his loud sobs. It wasn’t until a police officer came up to him that he snapped out of his trance. "Are you okay?" asked the officer as they helped Eliott sit back down on a nearby park bench. ‘No, not really,’ thought Eliott. He tried his best to answer the officer’s question but he couldn' find anything to say. All he wanted to do was sleep, but the only way he was going to get any was if he went to jail. That’s what happens when people betray you. They lock you away from everyone you ever cared about. “Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt?” said another voice as a hand touched his shoulder. Eliott looked up at the policeman to see who had interrupted his thoughts. In front of him stood a blonde man, around the same age as himself. “Yes, I’m fine,” said Eliott as he wiped the tears from his face. He wasn't lying. He didn't know why he was crying though. Maybe it was the overwhelming sense of betrayal coursing through his veins. Maybe it was because he knew this would happen someday. Maybe it was all a part of life's cruel cycle. Whatever it was, Eliott felt like he was done living. Like the moment someone betrayed you, you lost your will to live. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept properly. The lack of sleep was getting to him. “Can you tell me where you're staying? I'll escort you home,” said the policeman. Eliott gave his address and after making sure the officer was following along, he got up and walked off. A part of him hoped that Lucas wouldn't be at his place. After everything that had happened between them, Eliott didn't want to risk seeing him again. But, he also knew that if he didn't show up at his door, he' d probably never go back to his apartment. Eliott spent most of his walk home trying to ignore the stares from other people. Everyone who passed by him looked like they had seen a ghost. There was no one walking next to him either. No one saying hello or giving him a smile. Not even a nod of acknowledgement. Eliott didn't blame them. He was a mess. He was covered in bruises and cuts. He was wearing a hoodie that was too big for him and sweatpants that were too small. He looked like a homeless person. And he was. When Eliott arrived at his apartment building, he took a deep breath before entering. He pushed open the door to his apartment, his body still shaking slightly. As soon as he stepped foot inside the apartment, he heard someone sobbing. At first, he didn't think much of it. Then he heard it again. He followed the sound and found it coming from the bathroom. Eliott approached the door quietly so he didn' t make any noise. Once he reached the doorway, he saw Lucas curled up in a ball against the wall. His hands were covering his mouth as he cried, his shoulders shaking violently. Eliott couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked like this. Lucas had always been good looking but this made him even more beautiful in Eliott' s eyes. He wanted to take care of him. To comfort him. To hold him close and tell him everything would be alright. But, he hesitated. What if Lucas didn't want him near him? What if Eliott pushed him away again? Eliott knew that Lucas was hurting so bad. He wanted to fix it. But, how? How could he possibly fix what had broken them? After what felt like hours, Lucas stopped crying, his breathing becoming normal. When he noticed that Eliott was standing in the doorway, he quickly stood up, wiping away his tear stained cheeks. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. Eliott shook his head. He didn' t need an apology. They both had something to apologise for. Eliott needed an explanation. "What happened? Is someone bothering you?" asked Eliott. Eliott could understand being worried about your friend. But, it wasn't right to have someone bother Lucas while he was feeling this upset. "It's... it's nothing," mumbled Lucas, taking a step forward so that he was inches away from Eliott. He stared into his eyes for several seconds before speaking again. "You've been avoiding me." It wasn't a question. Eliott knew Lucas wouldn't allow himself to ask if he hadn't meant it. "I haven' t been avoiding you," said Eliott, his voice sounding weak to his own ears. "Really? Because you keep hiding behind my back whenever we're in a group chat. And I haven't seen you since our fight." "Look, I... I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner, but..." "But you don't trust me anymore," finished Lucas, his face growing stern. Eliott didn't say anything in response. He couldn't. It felt like Lucas was physically hitting him in the stomach with every word he spoke. "Is that why you moved out? So you wouldn't have to see me anymore?" "I-" "Why did you move out if you hate me so much?" "That's not true!" Eliott yelled. His words echoed throughout the room causing Lucas to flinch. "I never hated you, Lucas. Never." "So... why did you leave?" "I..." Why couldn't he just come clean? Couldn't he just say what Lucas wanted to hear? He was so tired and it was killing him. "I can't do this anymore." "Do what? We just broke up!" "And I can't handle being apart from you anymore." "Oh. Oh." The silence between the two was deafening. "Well," Lucas started. "That explains a lot." With that statement, Lucas stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door shut as he left. Eliott was left standing there, shocked. His whole body was numb. He felt numb inside. His entire body felt heavy. Everything just felt hopeless. Everything felt wrong. He had no idea how he was gonna survive the rest of his life. Even now, he couldn't bring himself to believe in any of it. There was no point. Nothing was going to change. Lucas would still stay distant from him. They'd still argue and they'd still bicker. It was inevitable. Eliott knew that. But, he didn't think it would hurt this badly.

Katie kept replaying that day over and over in her head. She knew it wouldn’t help but she couldn’t stop. All she could hear was those sorrowful words coming out of her mouth “i guess i don’t love you anymore.” Katie had walked away at that point she couldn’t bare to hear anymore. She looked at her phone. There was one message that stood out “sorry.” She slammed her phone on her desk. The shatter rang through the room. They’d been together for 4 years, 4 years down the drain by one sentence. One depressing message. She walked through the flat. Everything she saw was a bitter reminder of what could’ve been. She looked out of the window. The bustling of the city almost took her mind of the terror in her mind. Her now shattered phone buzzed. She looked at it. The message was like a dagger to the heart. “I’ve made a mistake” it glowed through the screen. She chucked at the wall. Another shatter rang in her ears. This time she was done. She grabbed her jacket and her keys. She walked out. That was it. She was going to go and get drunk. Nothing was holding her back now. She grabbed a seat at the bar. She mumbled something to the bartender who rushed to the order. 2 hours later she could barely stand let alone walk. She asked the bartender for a phone and rang a number. The ringing blasted her ears. The answer message voice seemed even more distant than ever before. She hanged up the phone and passed it back. She grabbed her jacket and stumbled to a taxi. When she arrived at her house she couldn’t even open the door. She layered down and waited for sleep to come. The cold air was sting every part of her tired body. She sighed. She knew it was just another breakup. But this one hurt more than any other before because this one was personal. It was a waste of time. A waste of 4 long years.

I can’t do it anymore, I can’t take another day Crystallised by your pressure if tryna mould me into shape. When our endeavour to forever does get measured by the treasure open up my chest and find my heart attached by a tether The past 6 months I’ve been hypnotised, you know I can’t say no to those big crystal eyes, what we had at the beginning may have seemed like paradise but now we’re hanging in the balance every time we fight. Me and you have ran our course, and it’s time to break up, Not the decision that I wanted but the one that I must, Take to keep me sane this Is life not a game and I’m feeling like I’m stood atop an 80 ft crane, Been laying these foundations since the very beginning, don’t you dare try and claim this was an easy decision, went and asked a physician, he said were so close to splitting that if we don’t separate there’ll be nuclear fission

“I guess I just don’t love you anymore.”

These are the first 8 words that filled the top of the page as i began to write my wife a song. Over the past 5 ½ years we had fallen apart and honestly things were going more and more downhill every day. It seems no matter what i tried to make it work, there was always something pulling us more and more apart from each other. Gifts, such as flowers, candies, and things of that nature, all were met with anger about me spending our money on useless things. Dates were met with the same financial angers, but also anger at the fact I was taking time from her day. If she couldn’t use her hours to work or sleep, then there was always an issue she had with it. She didn’t wanna go out, or stay in to a movie or game, or even do anything but work... and sleep. My last attempt was counseling. It took one session for her to see she didn’t like what the counselor had to say, and after that she never went back. So now, here I sit, guitar in hand and pen to page, writing this song to her. Where was she you ask? She’s gone, living alone somewhere, with our son, and maybe a secret boyfriend, who knows... but at this point there is just no recovering what we had in the beginning. So, back to that song... The one I’ve been writing while telling you all this. I guess you prolly wanna see what I’ve got so far... so here it is

“I guess I just don’t love you anymore” Vs The years they passed They each grew colder still The love that was is all but gone and killed

Pre And as i sit alone with my guitar These words i write as you walked out the door

Ch We had it all, everything was good But something went wrong, i somehow knew it would It seems the things i want the most and try the hardest for Never work so now i gotta say I guess i just don’t love you anymore

See youtube video for actual full song! SONG INSPIRED BY THIS PROMPT!!! Link below...

https://youtu.be/Hxjr6ugdouw

The doors are grasping their frames by their finger tips. Quietness takes the seat in which laughter once sat. The days decay as we lie together before our family and friends. Softly, slowly, unnoticeable to the human eye, our happiness died. The tears for the death have long since died and the grief packed its suitcase and left. Words about it are no longer spoken as spare bedroom becomes your bedroom. And ours becomes mine. The lost suffers no yelling nor sobs. Because, I guess, I just don’t love u anymore.

We met when we were fourteen. We were so close, almost immediately best friends.

Then, when we were fifteen, things had changed a bit. She was still my best friend, but I was also in love with her. And when she kissed me, I couldn’t believe it.

Things were so good for the first few months. We couldn’t get enough of each other—we even had to designate days that we weren’t allowed to spend time together because we would never get any homework done when we were together. We held hands, we kissed before classes, I took her out on dates and spent every single penny I ever made on gifts for her; and whatever else she wanted.

I loved her. I’m 20 years old now, and I can confirm that when I was 15 and I told her I’d be with her forever, I would’ve been. It wasn’t just an empty teenage promise. I was willing to commit. Even then.

Even when she started liking me less and less. Even when she constantly pushed me away or didn’t want to talk about us at all. Even when she canceled dates on Valentines Day. Even when she started talking to him behind my back—my own ex. I still loved her. I was constantly unhappy, but I always talked myself down. “There’s always ups and downs. It’s about commitment, even through the downs.”

I had a long, hard reflection about all the things I was sacrificing to be with her—someone who was affectionate with me like I always wanted, or someone who gave me their attention. Someone who outwardly showed they loved me. Or someone who truly loved me at all. I was giving up all those things for her.

And I know it was true love, because in the face of that realization, at just 15 years old, I took a deep breath and said “it’s worth it”. And meant it.

Yet later that exact day, she left me.

She claimed her feelings “faded”. She said she guessed she just didn’t love me anymore.

It was all bullshit of course. It was because she was talking to my ex behind my back. To this day, she changes her mind about people the moment even the thought of something new and exciting shows up. It’s not that she can’t commit; it’s that she’s flaky, and chooses not to. She doesn’t have the discipline—or love—to do so.

I’ve been with her on and off again. Each time she promises me that this time she will make the choice to love me, because she knows there will be downs.

But every time she meets a new boy, even just for a moment, she drops me.

And ya know, after five years of giving everything I have just to be let down again and again, I can finally say it.

I guess I just don’t love you anymore.