Broken

Posted on June 14, 2016

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He sat on the edge of the cliff clumsily, nearly falling off. It was a miracle survival instincts managed to kick in after so much alcohol. But they did, and he caught himself, just barely. The dark forest below him was a blur intermingled with the twinkling city lights from beyond. He blinked rapidly and haphazardly reached for the beer next to him, unscrewing the cap and throwing it into the endless chasm at his feet.

As he chugged the awful cheap beer, the world around him suddenly lit up, and he heard the distinctive whine of an engine and tires crunching dirt. He didn’t need to turn around, he figured who it would be. Although he was a little surprised she knew he would be here. They’d only made love here once. Once. And she told him that wouldn’t be a precursor to a relationship. She didn’t want one. He was fine with that, until he didn’t see her for six months afterwards. And then she told him that she had gotten a boyfriend. He wasn’t sure why he felt so betrayed, since she wasn’t his in the first place. But that information stung more than it should have. And here he was. And so was she.

He heard the car shut off and the door open and shut. The crunching of feet steadily coming towards him. He dared not turn to face her.

“Tyler?” Hearing her voice made his stomach churn. She was not supposed to be here.

“What do you want?” The question came out more coldly than he wanted, but he couldn’t take it back.

“Can I sit next to you?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

She sat down next to him. He almost welcomed the warmth he felt from her, but instead took another chug from his bottle and stifled that weakness. After a moment of silence, she asked him a simple question:

“You know I care about you, right?”

He shrugged, refusing to make eye contact with her. “What good does that do me?”

He felt her look away, into the darkness. Her face was a pale glow in the corner of his eyes. Then he heard a sniffle, and saw her wipe something off her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” her voice was a barely audible whisper. He finally looked at her, rage and sadness welling up inside of him.

“Sorry won’t fix what’s broken.” And, impulsively, he pushed himself off into the abyss. The last thing he heard was the awful scream of someone he both loved and hated.

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