The Sweetest

It was still dark when I left your room, your house and later on your street. I didn’t tell you I was leaving. I murmured I would be gone for a second and then gathered my clothes and took my bag. You didn’t notice, I believe. One last time I looked back and saw a silhouette, yours. Quietly, at peace, happy. I smiled. I stood there and smiled.
Then, as quietly as you were sleeping, I opened the door and not only left your room, but left your life. You didn’t notice, I believe.

It was still dark when I walked home. I had decided to walk, because it made my mind clear. Soon enough the sun would come up and end the darkness. For now I enjoyed the silence on the roads. There was barely anyone awake and I avoided the places where all the drunk people would still be going out. My way home was a great one, silent and happy. How could I not be happy now? This was as close to perfection as it could get. When I got home, I logged in on Facebook and deleted you. I even blocked you, so you wouldn’t find me again. Then I put on a loose shirt and went to sleep.

Recalling what happened before we ended up in your place together made me smile and slowly fall asleep. I slept so well. I haven’t slept so well in ages, it seems. It was just a great feeling. I even smiled when I woke up. I could feel the triumph running through my veins and making my heart beat. I felt glorious. I wasn’t even tired, and got a lot done that day. There was always so much work to do, but today it didn’t bother me. Today I felt like I could carry the world.

I told you I wouldn’t forgive anymore. I told you I no longer wanted to be forgotten about. And you told me it was alright, it was all good, you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s a bit sad, don’t you think? It’s sad to see how people can lie to you, just like that. But see, I didn’t lie. I told you I no longer forgive people, and here we are. I believe you now notice that. You have woken up alone. You even texted me, what you refused to do the first time we met, the time when you told me how you wouldn’t hurt me. I never answered. I broke the line between us. The fine, vulnerable line that caught you, and then me, the one that tied us together until I got my revenge.

I’ve been patiently planning this. I have been waiting and when we finally got to see each other again, I smiled my sweetest smile. We had such a great time, we talked like we did last time. Everything seemed normal and good. Exactly like I wanted it to be. Then you asked me to come home with you and I didn’t refuse. It may have seemed that I hesitated, but I didn’t. I didn’t, because I wanted to rip out your heart like you ripped out mine.

And look. You’re standing in front of my door, confused, longing. The tides have turned.

The tides have turned, my friend! And my revenge is sweet.

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  1. runningonsober

     /  May 10, 2014

    Revenge is sweet indeed.
    Beautifully written!

  2. Revenge is sweet. Normally I don’t like sweet, but I love this.

  3. That was rather good!

  4. thenarcissistwrites

     /  May 11, 2014

    Nice! Haha.

  5. Did this, or any parts of it happen?
    Either way, go you for not letting yourself be taken advantage of! Anyone worth your company will pay attention.

    • Unfortunately only the part where the guy told me he wouldn’t break my trust. The revenge is something I’m still patiently waiting for, but at least I kind of had it now I’ve written it down! πŸ˜‰

  6. Wow… this is fantastic!! Loved it; you are an amazing writer!

  7. Well done! Love this one!

  8. You are right. Revenge is the sweetest. What’s even more delicious is when you just observe revenge happening. Delightful.


    • Oh and thanks a ton for nominating me – you are the sweetest – see what word I used? I have no idea if I can check the nomination – it’s not my website, it’s Cosmo’s, let’s just hope it did :):) Either way, i am grateful!

    • Oooh, I’d love to witness that! Unfortuantely it barely happens :/

  9. Nice one! πŸ™‚

  10. I love your repetition of the line “You didn’t notice, I believe.” That was the moment when your story had me hooked. Good luck on your return to peace πŸ™‚

  11. Ahhh I see. History here. Yes. Thanks for linking me. This story is evolving in a way which is well-written. I hope it leaves you all the better for it, once the story has ended for you.

    • When does a story really end? This, I believe has all ended three months ago, but for me it stays alive.
      The big upside to this is the fact that it has inspired me for some posts here, so that is good πŸ˜‰

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