Betrayal. The very reason the person I love most has now been exiled from my heart. The person who had once pumped the blood through my veins as it sat protected in the palm of his hand. The plans of the future are now no more as the past continues to haunt me. I stare blankly at the bed that we cherished, we shared and we had all our firsts in.

He stood there in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, what I hoped would be regret or even sorrow in his eyes was instead filled with pride and no remorse whatsoever. Yet I still couldn’t help but admire his face under the dim light. The beautiful freckles that lit up and left me in awe. All the times he said “I love you” and convinced me that not everyone will leave. He made me think there was hope after all.

However, that thought was soon demolished when I saw the marks that covered his frame… they weren’t mine. The pain rushed back up to the surface and my breathing had began to fall breathless and settled at an uneven pace.

As if my body had a mind of its own I soon found myself out of the door and in my car speeding away. He didn’t call my name and chase after me like they did in the movies. He just let me leave.

“He cheated” I muttered to myself trying to make sense of the situation and persuading myself not to go back. I can’t go back, not again.

It’s ironic, how my biggest fear was everyone around me leaving yet I had left. I did the thing I was most afraid of with no hesitation whatsoever. I left and the blood in my veins are still running. I left and I felt protected and comforted in my own presence, in my car, by myself.

I left.