It hurt. It fed on her insides, killing everything in its path till there was only hollow feelings left.
How long had they been playing this game? Toying with each others feelings?
Too long, so long she couldn't even remember that last time she smiled genuinely.
It was sad. Oh, so sad how every perfect thing in their life turned into a nightmare.
Falling hadn't done a thing. She still pictured him, pictured them, pictured that this was all just some stupid dream that she just couldn't wake up from.
Like it had been at first. But the past seemed a million years ago, and now the present was agonizing, repulsive and what made her want to scream.
Both knew what they were doing each other, but neither bothered to do anything about it. To put an end to it.
Silence. This torn relationship was filled with haunting silence.
She eyed the sleeping figure. This was one of the rare nights that he came home and actually stayed.
Home.
Since when was this house a home? Was it warm and welcoming here? Was love in the air? Did people feel at home when they entered this hellhole?
No.
Empty; lonely. Dark; cold.
This place was not a home. It would never be a home. It could only be a house, were no one could bear live in.
'What would you say, Roland... If I mentioned those words, lost so long ago?' She lightly whispered into his ear.
"You're so beautiful, Roland. So painfully beautiful. Why do you make me suffer so?" Her voice was hoarse as she held back tears, if she woke him up he might just get angry at her and tell her to leave him alone, that was actually more inviting then him just turning over and ignoring her.
'It seems like forever since I last said them.' She thought as she stopped herself from hugging him, her eyes, over flowing with pain as her face stayed passive.
"I love you..." 'I would even commit an innocent sin for you' she thought
No. it was not innocent. She was not innocent. How could she be, committing the actions of a devil? She knew very well this was a sin that had earned her a place in hell.
As if there wasnt one already?
She was but a selfish disgrace to everyone who had taken care of her since young.
All along it remained decided. They were fated to end up in such a miserable predicament.
She slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake the man she once loved without a doubt. The man that once loved her without a doubt...
'Ne, Roland, can you tell me that you love me?'
She quietly laughed at how their lives ended up to be. Were they always so broken?
'Pretty please?'
Stepping out of the nightgown, the young woman began to talk to thin air. First, she babbled to herself about what had happened on the previous day. Before becoming more serious, She then turned to her fiancé. "It hurts, you know? I can't believe I'm committing sin because of you."
She put on a simple, black dress shirt her eyes watching him.
"Haha... I believed you. Believed you when you said we'd be together forever. Dear God of Light, was I ever such a fool?" She asked as she pulled up the black jeans and began walking towards him.
"Can't you hold me one last time?" she whispered slightly into his ear, but the unconscious figure never stirred.
Tears stained her cheeks as she pecked him on the forehead. "Roland... Goodbye..."
Even if it's just a lie. Even if you'd rather die.
She took her keys, took her purse, and put on some pumps.
She would come back, of course, because the game could not be played while a player was absent.
She left the ring on the counter.
And all the while she drove to another man's house...
…Grisia Sun never noticed that the one she left...
Was wide awake.
"I love you." the silent voice whispered
Too bad his only audience had already left.
hi, this isnt that finale. I bet I shocked many of you. Well anyways, those anyone know who was Grisia's affair partner? No? Well I'll just tell you all next time.
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