The Break-Up

[nathalia]

Title: The Break-Up
Universe: II have no idea.
Characters: undefined.
Rating: PG.
Author's Note: This was written during an English class when we were talking about a poem by Maya Angelou called "The Lie". We were supposed to take notes on it and without even noticing, I jotted down this vignette. It was very hard to decipher what I had written, but here it finally is.
Word Count: 300.

You could feel the uncomfortable situation, the pain, even if you tried not to, as they had their last conversation.

Most of us had known that it would happen sooner or later; that even though he had been deeply and madly in love with her once, there was no way he’d stay with her forever.

We’ve all known her for a long time now and when she speaks to him in her cold demeanor that we all know so well, all of us who are observing it and have known our cold, unemotional leader for years now can tell how wound up she really is torn apart by these words he says. In a way it frightens us to see her this way because in a way we’ve always known how wrong he was for her, that sooner or later he would break her heart. But she was so enamoured with him that she, our foreseeing, calculating leader, couldn’t see what we thought to be so obvious.

Even when he seemed to change his ways, when he seemed to be the man who was able to make her happy the way she deserved to be. But over time troubles surfaced and they had quite a fair share of fights and this was how it ended: with him breaking up with her in front of the whole team the way only a coward would do. Couldn’t he have at least talked to her in private?

When he leaves on his motorcycle, she is sitting in the room they’ve shared for the past few months. She says she’s fine but we can all hear her crying through the walls – the walls are quite thin – and we can’t do anything but hope that over time she will heal – till now she always has.

Comments

[alilein.livejournal.com]

This is very sad, but also very nice. Definitely a good way to spend a boring English lesson.

[nathskywalker.livejournal.com]

I like how it just flowed out of me, how the poem inspired me even though when I read it now, I can't find anything that I can really relate to the context of the poem except for the fact that the female character doesn't show how much she is hurt by the guy leaving her.
In the beginning, it's still a lot like me taking notes where I basically started taking notes in second person which is why it ended up being in the "us" narrative that fits this story perfectly but that I could never consciously write.