No Smoke Without Fire
He hoped that he would have the strength to do what was right. But, he told himself again and again, there was a difference between what was right, and what was real.
He would be leaving behind everything that he had worked for. The life that he had made; the future that he had been planning. He would be leaving it all for a whole year. Would he be able to do that? Leave behind his home, wife, plans for children? Could he really find the strength to abandon all that he loved for the opportunities that a different path held for him?
All of this went through his mind as he stood silently, holding closely the quietly sobbing woman who he had come to love so much over their seven years of marriage. She wept gently into his shoulder, begging him without words to stay with her. She feared that he would never return. He understood; he had reassured her. He would be coming back in a year - he hoped. He clutched her tighter, relishing her soft, warm touch and sweet smell. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was where he belonged - the normal family guy with happy kids, a doting wife and a cosy little house, destined only to grow old and get a rocking chair and a smoking pipe. But was that what he wanted? He could never decide. He had always thought that his aspirations were greater, that he was destined to aim higher and achieve better things in life.
They stood together in that close embrace in the hallway of their happy little home. It was brightly lit from the front door window that let the bright, summer day sun shine in; a strange contrast on the gloomy, grievous scene that it fell upon.
The happy Labrador that had always been so loving and faithful to him sat near the wall, looking up at the sad show with a look of wonder about what was happening upon her face. She sat next to the lonely bags and suitcases piled neatly against the wall, awaiting his decision. Would he stay or would he go? Now was his last chance to decide.
He pulled her even closer, held her even tighter. He whispered into her ear quietly “I love you” and kissed her on the head, fighting back his own tears as he pulled away from her and turned away. He heard her sniffs and sobs, but he didn’t look back - he couldn’t look back. He wasn’t strong enough this time.
He picked up his bags without a glance back, opened the door and left. Just before he closed the door behind him, he heard a quiet voice, thick with tears, whisper “I love you too”. Fighting back the tears still, he loaded up his car with the bags and got into the driver’s seat. He was leaving - it was time to leave. He had made his choice. He couldn’t look back now.
She was still sobbing, shaking with grief, numb from the shock that he had left and wouldn’t be coming back. She sank to her knees, crying quietly into her hands. She had no loving embrace to make her feel safe anymore. She had no shoulder to cry on when she needed someone there for her. Everything she had ever wanted and loved had just walked out the door and left her on her own. She didn’t know what to do any more. She didn’t know what her life held for her now that everything she wanted had left. She had nothing without him. No reason for living....nothing.
He had left her on her own. He didn’t look back. He had known that it would break his heart too. He left. But he never came back in the end. There was nothing to come back to. So torn up from the pain of losing the only thing she had ever loved and feeling so alone with no purpose, she had thought that without the only person who had ever loved her, she had no reason to live. She needed him, and he didn’t realise that. She hadn’t known what to do. There was no comfort in the raw loneliness of the empty house that she existed in. He had left her alone. She committed suicide after four days of non-stop crying. She knew that she would never get over the fact that she had been left alone, so she had taken the only way out and taken her own life. He never came back - he never had anything to come back to. The mistake that he had made had taken a life - he would have to live with the guilt for the rest of his life; knowing that he had killed the one person he had ever really loved.
There’s no smoke without fire - there’s no love without pain. It’s amazing how much pain love can cause. It can be the most amazing experience in the world, but when you lose love, it leaves you with the most bitter, raw feeling you will ever know. So many people die from pain following love. It’s better to never love at all than to have true love and then have it taken away from you...she learned that the hard way...
He hoped that he would have the strength to do what was right. But, he told himself again and again, there was a difference between what was right, and what was real.
He would be leaving behind everything that he had worked for. The life that he had made; the future that he had been planning. He would be leaving it all for a whole year. Would he be able to do that? Leave behind his home, wife, plans for children? Could he really find the strength to abandon all that he loved for the opportunities that a different path held for him?
All of this went through his mind as he stood silently, holding closely the quietly sobbing woman who he had come to love so much over their seven years of marriage. She wept gently into his shoulder, begging him without words to stay with her. She feared that he would never return. He understood; he had reassured her. He would be coming back in a year - he hoped. He clutched her tighter, relishing her soft, warm touch and sweet smell. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was where he belonged - the normal family guy with happy kids, a doting wife and a cosy little house, destined only to grow old and get a rocking chair and a smoking pipe. But was that what he wanted? He could never decide. He had always thought that his aspirations were greater, that he was destined to aim higher and achieve better things in life.
They stood together in that close embrace in the hallway of their happy little home. It was brightly lit from the front door window that let the bright, summer day sun shine in; a strange contrast on the gloomy, grievous scene that it fell upon.
The happy Labrador that had always been so loving and faithful to him sat near the wall, looking up at the sad show with a look of wonder about what was happening upon her face. She sat next to the lonely bags and suitcases piled neatly against the wall, awaiting his decision. Would he stay or would he go? Now was his last chance to decide.
He pulled her even closer, held her even tighter. He whispered into her ear quietly “I love you” and kissed her on the head, fighting back his own tears as he pulled away from her and turned away. He heard her sniffs and sobs, but he didn’t look back - he couldn’t look back. He wasn’t strong enough this time.
He picked up his bags without a glance back, opened the door and left. Just before he closed the door behind him, he heard a quiet voice, thick with tears, whisper “I love you too”. Fighting back the tears still, he loaded up his car with the bags and got into the driver’s seat. He was leaving - it was time to leave. He had made his choice. He couldn’t look back now.
She was still sobbing, shaking with grief, numb from the shock that he had left and wouldn’t be coming back. She sank to her knees, crying quietly into her hands. She had no loving embrace to make her feel safe anymore. She had no shoulder to cry on when she needed someone there for her. Everything she had ever wanted and loved had just walked out the door and left her on her own. She didn’t know what to do any more. She didn’t know what her life held for her now that everything she wanted had left. She had nothing without him. No reason for living....nothing.
He had left her on her own. He didn’t look back. He had known that it would break his heart too. He left. But he never came back in the end. There was nothing to come back to. So torn up from the pain of losing the only thing she had ever loved and feeling so alone with no purpose, she had thought that without the only person who had ever loved her, she had no reason to live. She needed him, and he didn’t realise that. She hadn’t known what to do. There was no comfort in the raw loneliness of the empty house that she existed in. He had left her alone. She committed suicide after four days of non-stop crying. She knew that she would never get over the fact that she had been left alone, so she had taken the only way out and taken her own life. He never came back - he never had anything to come back to. The mistake that he had made had taken a life - he would have to live with the guilt for the rest of his life; knowing that he had killed the one person he had ever really loved.
There’s no smoke without fire - there’s no love without pain. It’s amazing how much pain love can cause. It can be the most amazing experience in the world, but when you lose love, it leaves you with the most bitter, raw feeling you will ever know. So many people die from pain following love. It’s better to never love at all than to have true love and then have it taken away from you...she learned that the hard way...
[LEFT][SIZE=4]My mind turns to metal, its gears are turning,[/SIZE][/LEFT]
[LEFT][SIZE=4]And my sanity withers and dies.[/SIZE][/LEFT]
[LEFT][SIZE=4]This world all around me, it's bitter and twisted;[/SIZE][/LEFT]
[LEFT][SIZE=4]Reality, madness or lies?[/SIZE][/LEFT]
[LEFT][SIZE=4]And my sanity withers and dies.[/SIZE][/LEFT]
[LEFT][SIZE=4]This world all around me, it's bitter and twisted;[/SIZE][/LEFT]
[LEFT][SIZE=4]Reality, madness or lies?[/SIZE][/LEFT]