Till Death Do Us Part.

She loved him so much that it hurt. He knew she had to get over him so he never answered her calls. She would call and wait for him to call back or send a message but deep down she knew that he wouldn't. The 1500 kms between them helped. It broke her every second. She knew he liked her. Possibly had even loved her when he was here, but now things were different. Very different. But even then he wasn't the types to commit. Why did she expect that love would change him when she wasn't even sure if he loved her anymore? Why did she think that he would come back to her and tell her he loved her and everything would be fine? But she knew herself better than that. She knew that even though she loved him with all her heart, and probably always would, she wouldn't take him back. She would have to steel herself and numb every feeling inside her because they both wanted different things. He would never settle down and she expected him to be just hers. She knew it was best for her to forget him and move on but it wasn't easy. All her friends confirmed what an egocentric bastard he was but she still loved him. She had known all that about him even when she had fallen in love with him. But she had grown up reading too many fairytales for her own good. So that day she finally made that resolve to never call him up and get on with life. He just wasn't worth it. She had FINALLY had enough. And then she felt free. Suddenly she felt like a big load had been lifted off her chest. She felt so light. She felt like a phoenix after emerging from the flames. She called up her best friend to tell her that she was finally over him and had gotten closure. She thanked her for being there and supporting her even when she had behaved like a bitch. She hung up feeling refreshed. She typed out a message to him about how they could never be together and she finally understood. And she made sure that just as her left index finger hit the send button, the gunshot rang.

And then there was silence.