๐๐ง'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ก ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ ๐ช๐ข๐ฅ๐๐.
โ๐๐ข๐ก๐ง๐๐ก๐งโ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ข ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐บ ๐น ๐จ๐ง ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ
โ๐ฆ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌโ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ง ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐จ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ
โ๐ง๐๐๐ฆโ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต, ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ, ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐จ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ, ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ค ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ถ๐ฑ, ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ท, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฌ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ๐ด
โ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ฅ'๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐โ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ข๐จ๐ด, ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ช ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ช ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ค ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐ด ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ 16 ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ 10, ๐ช ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
ย โ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต. ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ด. ๐ข๐ฐ3. หเผ
The night air was filled with the scent of distant rain while your apartment was bathed in a dim amber glow, the only source of light being the cityscape peeking through the window.
The clink of ice cubes in the glass filled the room as you poured yourself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass, inviting yet burning, like the memories that haunted your relationship with Leon.
People have often said that love is a journey, an exploration and a shared path of two souls finding solace in each other, but your love for Leon was more of a storm, a noisy whirlwind, a tornado that threatened to tear you apart even as it bound you together, you ran your fingertips along the rim of the glass, getting lost in the reflections dancing in the amber abyss.
๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ฌ.
The name alone carried weight, weight of scars and battles fought in the name of justice, when you first met him, it was like a scene from a typical crime drama โ rain soaked streets, neon lights reflecting in puddles, and there he was, silhouetted in night, with a pistol in his hand and determination etched in his stern face.
Little did you know that this meeting would reveal a story of both passion and pain, a story that refuses to follow any script, far from real drama.
People came and went like mismatched puzzle pieces, but you and Leon were shackled by invisible metal handcuffs that teetered on the brink of codependency.
The allure of his presence was intoxicating, a drug that made you both addicted to the chaos you found in each other's arms, but every high was followed by crushing lows, and the demons that tormented him seeped into your shared reality like there were multiple cracks everywhere.
The first cracks in the fragile shell of your love appeared when you realized that it was not pure affection that was keeping you together, but toxic satisfaction.
It was the satisfaction of feeling needed, of having to be indispensable in your life, the dark truth was that you clung to each other not out of genuine love, but out of a shared brokenness that, for a while, seemed , made you whole next to each other.
The nights were the hardest.
When he stumbled through the door, his breath was laced with the sharp taste of alcohol, and his eyes carried the weight of the world, the weight of what he had experienced.
You were always the one to pull him away from the bottle, witness to his breakdowns that made you feel like you were tiptoeing along the edge of a collapsing abyss, along a thin rope stretched between half collapsed houses.
โ ยซIt's none of your businessยป he growled, his voice hoarse due to the screams that had found a permanent home in your shared space, and you, unable to tear yourself away, always screamed back, a storm of emotions seething inside you.
You couldnโt control your voice as the lump in your throat grew with every insult that sounded like a request to ยซfuck offยป thrown at you, and you endured it all, swallowing tears, because blaming him for the storms raging inside him was the same as blaming the sky for its thunder.
The apologies came quickly, viscously, desperately and hoarsely, each ยซi am so sorryยป was a plea for forgiveness that inadvertently tugged at the strings of your sympathy, tearing it raw.
How can you blame him if he was not the cause of the traumas that turned him into this broken creature? It was hard to tell him it was okay, to convince him that he didn't need forgiveness, but either way, any words you spoke were muffled by the press of his lips against yours.
Sweet and sticky, his kisses were like forbidden fruit, the taste of something you craved but knew was laced with poison.
With each apology, his lips wandered down from your mouth to your neck, exploring the geography of your collarbone and beyond, below, as silent pleas for forgiveness were fervently whispered, words hanging in the air and never fulfilled.
The dance of forgiveness is played out in the spaces of your common sanctuary, once absolutely rotting from the inside, a choreography of passion and pain, and in it โ you, caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, have become the involuntary protagonist of the scene that unfolded in the dim light of your apartment.
Familiar hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts into you with a force that leaves you breathless and your eyes stinging as tears well up, not from pain, but from seething emotions, the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room, drowning out any other noise, filling thoughts with their naked vulgarity.
His thrusts are deliberate and controlled, an attempt to drive something, his affection, maybe, because each thrust hits you deep and hard, declaring his rights, the signs of sex and sweat hang heavily in the air, mixing with the pathetic whines escaping from your lips.
Pink lips find your collarbone, teeth sinking into the tender flesh with a mixture of desire and possessiveness, sudden and sharp, and bruises bloom on your skin, marking you as his as his pace quickens and his cock slides in and out of your wet cunt , stretching you to the limit.
Your legs, bent at the knees and stretched to the limit, tremble as pleasure flows through your body, threatening to drive you over the edge with just a couple of minutes in this position.
Calloused fingers dig into your flesh, leaving red marks as he holds you steady, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, huffing and growling at you but not leaning in to kiss you.
As his rhythm becomes more chaotic, his cock seems to become larger, stretching you even more, forcing your wet walls to suck him deeper and feel every vein and how his tip bumps against the cervix, making you sigh every time, as if everything had been knocked out of your lungs.
In response, his hot hands grip your hips tightly, forcing your legs to spread wider, eager to penetrate even deeper as he slowly expresses and stretches your hole with just the tip before, with a wild grunt, he thrusts forward, his swollen cock passing through your trembling walls and bumping again your cervix again and again.
A harsh mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelms your senses, making you whimper and scream in a symphony of raw need, your nails digging into the bulging muscles of his arms, desperate as you cling to him for dear life, your body arching in response to the overwhelming sensations like a lost note.
He continues his relentless thrusts, the harshness of them pushing you closer to the all consuming abyss, each collision between your bodies sending shockwaves of pleasure through you as the pain in your core grows stronger and deeper.
Leonโs breath comes out in burning gasps, a primal quality unfamiliar to you takes the lead as the room fills with the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet slaps of his hips on your ass, painting the sensitive skin scarlet.
The pressure builds, coiling tightly inside you and your stomach as his cock mercilessly slams into you in an animalistic rhythm, each new thrust making you roll your eyes back and never bring them back, moaning mindlessly, to which he responds with a growl or a sigh each time.
His thrusts become more powerful, each one driving deeper and faster into your throbbing core, and each movement of his throbbing shaft inside you propels your body forward, making your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
His weight presses against you and his muscular body bends you in half as he leans towards you, looming over you in a two faced image of either a shield or just a shadow, and his controlling stance traps you in your own mind following a wave of whines and moans.
Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably, a clear sign of the impending release within you, a powerful orgasm ripping through your body, shattering your control as you mumble incoherently, lost in a sea of ecstasy, legs practically straightening out at the knees.
โ ยซJus' like that, good darling, i'll show how sorry i amยป Leon chuckles, his deep baritone filling the room as he watches you unravel beneath him, sweat decorating his skin and strands of damp dark hair sticking to his forehead, which he pushes back with a casual movement of his hand, revealing his achingly beautiful, chiseled face.
His thrusts do not weaken, his own need pushes him to the edge, the sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the air, merging into one single and so strangely dirty in the darkness of the room, while you whine, chewing your lips and sighing with each thrust โ ยซT-Too mu-much, angh!ยป
As your orgasm subsides, the pace of Leon's thrusts quickens, his movements become more insistent but uncontrollable, he feels a burning ball growing inside him, threatening to swallow him completely.
Leon squeezes your trembling knees, spreading your legs wider, causing a mixture of pleasure and sensitivity in your overstimulated body, causing your moans of both delight and discomfort to fill the air as he continues to thrust into you with an unrelenting force, causing your toes to curl and another familiar feeling of heat bloom in the stomach.
He relishes the feeling of your smoothness, your walls stretched to their limit, accommodating his every thrust, and his growl echoes through the room, a sound that leaves his lips as he gives in to his impending release, all the while managing to coo at you as he looks at your blissful face โ ยซLook at you, not even angry anymore, hm~ยป
His climax hits him like a tidal wave, and his body tenses as he fills you to the brim with his warm, pulsating cum, causing your body to shudder and arch in response, gushing clear liquid onto his cock, achieving another orgasm in a row, the sight of the white ring at the base of his cock, glistening with the mixture of his cum and your fluids, only heightens his satisfaction, making him grin as he watches you tremble beneath him.
He holds himself deep inside you for a moment, ensuring every drop of his seed is released before slowly slipping out, allowing his cum to pour out of your hole little by little as your body shakes in small convulsions.
The blue gaze is fixed on the sight of his sperm flowing out of your stretched and filled hole, and a grin spreads on his face, he quietly coos in a low rumbling voice, as if comforting and slowly returning you from the snow white noise, forcing you to turn into a putty under him, to listen to his words โ ยซThat's it, everything is going to be okay, come to me, sweetheartยป
You want to cry from the rush of tenderness and sudden emotional leap as he watches with satisfaction as your body trembles and shudders, overcome by shocks of pleasure, and finally the sound of your sobs reaches his ears, a jarring mixture of pleasure, relief and perhaps even a hint of shock from the intensity of what happened.
Leon lays down on the sheets with a gentle expression, not caring about their condition, sharply pressing you against his strong, muscular body, and he hugs you, holding you tightly to his chest, the warmth of his embrace provides sharp comfort, and you even forget that brought you to this moment, going limp.
He gently squeezes you, trying to calm the involuntary trembling running through your body, knowing full well that this was led not only by intense sex, but also by what happened before, although he is trying once again to erase it from his head, both his and yours.
When you cry, your tears mix with his skin, the salty taste on your lips when he holds you securely in his arms, comforting you silently, at a loss for words, and even you yourself donโt fully understand what exactly makes you cry, but in his embrace is so good and warm, so tender as before, but will these apologies be enough?
You could feel the pulsating rhythm of his heartbeat against your skin, a constant reminder of the storm that had just passed, while the city outside, now reduced to a distant hum, seemed to mirror the noise in your chest.
๐๐จ๐ง ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ ๐ง๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ช๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ง.
The realization hit you like a sudden gust of cold wind cutting through a broken apartment window, ยซIt can't go on like thisยป โ a desperate voice screamed in your head.
The remnants of pride, buried under layers of melancholy, made their way to the surface, it was a call from the depths of your soul, a request to get out of the abyss of dependence into which your relationship with Leon had turned.
The apartment, which had once been a refuge, now resembled a cage.
The walls whispered stories of broken promises, of an endless cycle of events as you watched him push you away again, that familiar cycle of self destruction unfolding before your eyes.
How many times have you endured this? How many times have you swallowed your pain until your throat and eyes burned with the acrid sensation?
๐ง๐๐๐ฆ ๐ง๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ช๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ง.
The embers of self esteem smoldered inside you and you felt a slow burning fire of determination to break free from the toxic addiction that had consumed both of you.
This realization weighs heavily on your chest โ this has to stop.
The invisible cuffs that bound you to him needed to be broken, and the gravity that kept pulling you down needed to be released.
In the dim light of the evening apartment, you moved hastily, frantic energy with a fleeting flash prompted you to collect your things.
The closets willingly gave up their contents while you put clothes, memories and remnants of the history that once took place here, into bags, and the snow white walls now witnessed a hasty exodus, a desperate attempt to escape from the smoldering warmth that turned into suffocating cold.
The sharp jingling of keys and approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway, brutally interrupting your escape plan.
Panic welled up inside you as you realized that things like these never go according to plan, and you were once again paying the price for not realizing sooner, as your heart raced and your hands shook as you zipped up your bags, clouded by the fear of confrontation with him.
The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud sound, and against the light in the corridor you saw the silhouette of Leon.
His gaze, clouded with a mixture of confusion and fatigue, locked on you, and the bedroom seemed to close around you, and the bags filled with the remains of your life were scattered like chess on a board where every step is the last.
In the midst of this chaotic picture, you froze in the tense silence that hung between you and Leon.
Your intention was to slip away quietly, to disappear without stirring up another storm, and yet you stood there like a deer caught in headlights, looking into his tired blue eyes.
Sudden regret and fear intertwined in the depths of his gaze, reflecting numerous cracks, unnoticed by anyone but you.
This is all nothing more than a battlefield where his and yours, or only your, emotions clashed in a silent war, and you longed for a way out of this cycle, like a bird in a cage, which intertwined your lives, but something kept you in place, a force, demanding recognition deep inside, gnawing into the very bones, whispering sickly.
Blue eyes that once brought comfort now glared at you with a weariness that mirrored your own.
And when his gaze darted to the bags, his eyebrows knitted in silent misunderstanding, and you felt a sense of guilt wash over you, a feeling similar to that of a child caught by surprise.
The blue eyed gaze, once warm and inviting, now sent a chill down your spine.
He looked at you, really looked at you, and the room seemed to tremble under the weight of unspoken tension, the first words that fell from his lips were not gentle, they were a growl, a demand for an explanation โ ยซWhat does it all mean?ยป
Your throat tightens as if under your hands, a seething instinct of self defense rising within you.
You swallowed hard, the air in the room thickening as you prepared for the words that needed to be said, which slipped from your lips with noticeable heaviness โ ยซI'm tired, Leon, i'm tired of it allยป
He walked away from the door and stepped carefully, closing the distance between you.
The air crackled with tension as he studied you, and you stood your ground, not out of fear, but as if chained.
Deep down, you knew that he would not physically harm you, so you stood firm, not twitching, and in his eyes you could see a different kind of fear โ the fear of losing, the fear of things being irrevocably broken and never coming back.
As he approached, the space between you was filled with unresolved emotions.
His eyes searched yours, as if trying to decipher the language written in the depths of your soul in raw form, and in that moment, something changed.
Your gaze, once submissive, met his with an intensity that surprised him, one he had not seen before, telling him that you would no longer be a passenger in what was happening and it was time to move.
His blue ones, momentarily caught off guard, widened in response to the newfound strength in yours.
You spoke without words, there was a determination in your eyes that went beyond the usual silence, patience, and for a moment Leon hesitated, as if realizing the seriousness of the situation.
There was a tense silence, an invisible tension woven between you and Leon like a taut wire.
His chest tightened, pain settling inside him as he peered into you, finding a strange hostility, an unspoken resentment that pierced the air like a dagger.
But intertwined with the hostility was a firm confidence, a confidence that sent a shiver down his spine.
Then he felt it โ a coming storm that would completely destroy him.
The flow of his thoughts was abruptly interrupted.
The simple but devastating words slipped from your lips like silk, but the sharpness of their impact was reflected in him โ ยซI'm leavingยป
It was as if everything inside him had collapsed.
The air in the room became thick, and he felt like he was falling to his knees in a fog.
The low growl that had colored his voice moments ago was gone, replaced by a muted vulnerability, his brows, once furrowed in a frown of disappointment, now arched in pleading as he looked at you, the hostility in your eyes mirrored by an unfamiliar sadness in his.
He felt like an abandoned dog, left alone in a kennel during a tornado.
His gaze slid along the contours of your face, catching a fleeting image of your eyes wandering over his sloppy stubble, bruises under tired eyes and dark, slightly disheveled hair.
His chest tightened even more, a mixture of longing and despair overwhelmed him, he wanted to reach out, grab you and pull you away from the abyss, but the confidence in your eyes held him back, and the fog in his head seemed to thicken so much that it made it difficult to find the right words.
โ ยซYou can't just walk awayยป he managed to say, the words escaping him like an unintentional plea.
Your gaze lingered on him, a hint of indecision flashed across your face, but your original feelings remained unshaken.
It was a devastating contrast โ his vulnerability and your strength.
The urge to call it a prank, to insist that you were wrong, stabbed in your throat, but you swallowed the words and the final weight of the truth fell on him.
The silence stretched on, he finally realized the seriousness of what was happening, this was not a joke at all โ this was the unraveling of a narrative that had become so complicated that it was so difficult to maintain it any longer.
The weight of the bags, filled with everything you had managed to hastily collect, seemed strangely heavy on the tips of your fingers.
Every object that had once been a sign of permanence now carried with it the weight of an impending farewell.
And everything around seemed to dim as you picked up your bags.
His eyes met yours in a silent plea for understanding, tension hanging thick like storm clouds on the horizon.
You sighed, tasting the remnants of something that had slipped through your fingers in the air.
โ ยซI'm breaking up with youยป the words came out like a scene from a cheap drama, and the weight of their impact echoed throughout the room.
His expression faltered, a shadow of disbelief appearing on his face.
The air around you immediately froze as you looked into his eyes, and the gravity of the moment fell like a lead curtain.
For a moment he stood frozen, as if expecting a joke that never came.
A flash of anger flashed across his face, a defense mechanism activated to protect him from emotional shock โ ยซIt's kind of a stupid, bad joke, isn't it?ยป he spat, a mixture of disappointment and disbelief in his voice.
But as you took a step forward, past his frozen figure, realization seemed to dawn in his eyes.
Denial disappeared, replaced by desperate anguish, he reached out and squeezed your hand in a vice โ ยซNoยป he whispered, and the word fell from his lips like a prayer.
You felt the warmth of his hand on yours, his grip tightening as if trying to bind you to a reality he refused to accept.
His eyes, now filled with tears, met yours in obvious plea.
โ ยซWhy?ยป he asked, and the word was shrouded in confusion โ ยซWhat's the matter? Why are you doing this?ยป
Questions hung in the air, and the silence that came again this time was saturated with emotion, tears flowed down his cheeks, and you bit your lips, unable to free your hand from his desperate grip.
It was a paradox โ his confusion mirrored your own, the pain of the breakup mixed with the realization that he didn't even understand why.
A bitter laugh threatened to escape your lips, born from the pain of the situation, from the cruel irony that he was not aware of the reasons for your decision โ ยซYou don't even knowยป you whispered, your voice caught in the coma in your throat.
His grip on your hand tightened even more, as if he was trying to hold on to the slipping reality โ ยซTell meยป he begged, the desperation in his voice tugging at the strings of your resolve.
The warmth left your hand as you pulled it away from Leon's desperate grip.
A sudden cold seemed to penetrate the room, and cold, not at all warm, tears flowed down your cheeks.
Your voice, sounding with resentment and trembling, cut through the silence that hung between you.
โ ยซYou've turned my whole life upside downยป a muttering that holds weight.
His blue eyes, once filled with unexpected tenderness and childlike affection, shimmered with a vulnerability that reflected the general one, his hand reached out again, desperately trying to find the warmth that had escaped โ ยซNoยป he whispered again, his voice laced with apology and uncertainty.
โ ยซThen you destroyed itยป you added, the words filled with bitterness that cut through the tension.
The light in his eyes flickered, going out like lights, he clung to your hand again, the warmth seeping into your veins again as if trying to gain a foothold.
โ ยซI love you so muchยป he admitted, his voice shaking with emotion.
You snorted in disbelief, the sound mixing with the unsteady rhythm of sobs echoing through the room.
Tears blurred your vision as you cried not only from the pain of leaving, but also from the realization that he didn't fully understand the reasons for your decision.
โ ยซYou like to use meยป you muttered in a hoarse voice, the words pierced the air like bitter truth โ ยซYou like it when i put up with you, when i depend on youยป
His grip tightened, a silent plea for understanding โ ยซI am so sorryยป he whispered, apologies tried to crush, secure at the same dead center.
But your resolve only strengthened.
You couldn't stay in this cycle, in this improvisation of dependence and destruction.
Suddenly you pulled away from him, breaking the physical connection that seemed to tie you to a past you could no longer bear.
You rushed towards your bags, the front door beckoning to you and you knew you had to leave before the familiar pull of his presence pulled you back.
Desperately, you threw the door open, the cool night air a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the room, a breath of fresh air.
He screamed your name, a desperate plea in his voice โ ยซPlease don't leave! I can change, i can get better!ยป
But his words now sounded hollow in your ears.
You walked outside with your bags in your hands, the city outside your door indifferent to the personal storm raging inside as your heart raced.
His voice followed you, a distant echo of apologies and desperate declarations of love, tears now flowing freely and with every step you felt a sense of both relief and grief.
You knew that leaving him behind meant leaving a part of you, a part intertwined with him forever.
The door slammed behind you, the sound echoing down the corridor like the final chord of a melancholy symphony.
The city outside spread out before you, and as you walked away, the mismatched pieces of your life, the same puzzles, seemed to fly away in the wind, and the streetlights cast long shadows, and with every step you carried the weight of an end and the promise of a new beginning.
Meanwhile, Leon remained on the other side of the door, alone in the empty space that was once filled with laughter, love and shared dreams.
He sat on the floor, knees pressed against the cool surface, unable to find the strength to stand up, move, or catch up with the reality that was collapsing around him.
The room suddenly became huge, the walls holding remnants, and silent tears flowed down his cheeks and he didn't say a word, his cries merging with the silence that enveloped him, a mausoleum of memories, every corner of which was inhabited by the ghosts of a now broken relationship.
The new emptiness mirrored the emptiness within him.
The streets are blurry, your vision is blurred by tears that refuse to stop, the rhythm of the city seemed to mock the broken rhythm of your heart, but you moved on, driven by the instinct to escape, to forget, you felt as if you were suffocating with every breath that seemed, stuck in my throat.
While Leon remained on his knees, in the room where the walls closed in around him, and his hands clenched into fists, his fingers dug into the carpet, as if if he didn't hold on to something, he would simply slip away, just like the once fragile bonds built.
Each step along the streets took you further away from the place that once radiated warmth and love, sobs falling endlessly from your lips as with each step you tried your best to put distance between yourself and the apartment, between yourself and the man who, like you once thought it, would be yours forever.
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