Ending everything

Jude

When I saw her at my gate that night, my heart stopped.

Seline. The woman I had loved with everything inside me. The woman who had been my light for the past two years. There she was, standing outside in the cold, her eyes swollen with tears, her voice trembling as she begged me to let her in.

My chest ached at the sight of her, and all I wanted in that moment was to open the gate, pull her into my arms, and shield her from the freezing night. But the image of what I had witnessed earlier kept replaying in my mind like a nightmare that refused to end.

Luca. Standing too close to her. Smirking. Touching her like he owned her. And she didn’t push him away immediately.

The pain that sight brought me was unbearable. My trust shattered in a single moment. For two years, I had believed that our love was unbreakable, that nothing could come between us. But tonight, it felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and crushed before my very eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, but my voice was harsher than I intended. The truth was, I was scared. Scared of hearing her confirm what I feared most, that she belonged to someone else now.

“My love, open the gate for me first. It’s cold out here.” Her voice cracked, and her tears fell freely.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to open the gate. To hold her, to comfort her, to tell her I still loved her. But my pride, my anger, my broken trust held me back.

“Go home,” I forced myself to say. Each word was like swallowing fire. “I don’t want to talk to you. You’re not welcome here anymore. And don’t ever contact me. From today, we don’t know each other. We are strangers.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I felt them slice through me like knives. She was no stranger to me, she was my everything. But if I let her back in, if I let myself believe her, I feared I would be destroyed again.

Her voice was so soft, so broken. “What do you mean we are strangers? Do you want to throw away the two years we shared? Please don’t do this to me.”

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. My throat burned with the urge to cry, but I forced myself to stay strong. “I am breaking up with you, Seline. It’s over. You betrayed me first, so just go home. We are done.” I say.

I turned away, because if I kept looking at her, I would break. I would give in.

Her sobs tore through the night, echoing in my ears even as I walked away. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though invisible chains were dragging me back to her.

“No! Jude, I don’t know where that man came from. He is not my man. You are my man, my love! I love you so much. Please reconsider your decision. I have never cheated on you. I was always faithful to you. Until this very day.”

Her words stabbed into me, making my chest tighten painfully. My legs wavered, wanting to turn around, to believe her, to run back to her. But the image of Luca holding her was too strong, too real. So I kept walking.

Inside, my heart was shattering. I wanted to scream, to cry, to hit something, anything to release the agony inside me. But I didn’t. I simply walked deeper into the compound, leaving her outside in the cold.

I hated myself for it, I hated that I could hear her crying behind me, and yet I didn’t turn back. I hated that I was letting my pride speak louder than my love. But in that moment, my pain was stronger than everything else.

When I reached my house, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, my chest heaving as though I had run for miles. The silence inside my home was suffocating. It felt empty, lifeless, cold, just like my heart without her.

I slid down against the door, my head buried in my hands, and for the first time in years, I cried. The tears came hot and fast, pouring out all the hurt I had been holding in.

“Why, Seline?” I whispered to the empty room. “Why did you let him near you? Why didn’t you fight harder to push him away?”

That night, even though I said I was done, my heart still belonged to her. And no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I was better off without her, deep inside I knew, I still loved her. But I am sure, it is over for us, and no matter how much I love her, I will never go back to her. that is my promise.