Sanders Sides small one-shot
(idk what to call it, enjoy. credit to Piccadilly for some parts and inspiration)
Dating has been compared to a game, a sport, a hunt, a dance, and while it can be all of those things for some people mine can only be compared to skydiving without a parachute. We met and, although my heart caused me to fall way faster and harder than I was prepared for, it wouldnāt tell me when we were about to hit the ground until it was too late. No safety net, no preparation, nothing to warn me or catch my fall for the day that he changed in front of everyoneās eyes, mostly in mine.Ā
āWe were high school sweethearts, the ones that everyone wanted to be. We were envied for how much we loved each other, he was my whole world. I couldnāt imagine myself with anyone else. We were soulmates. Or so I thought.Ā
āHe always had a reputation for being ruthless, soulless, but that was never the man I knew. Yes, even though I did fall for those certain parts of him, the type of man that didnāt sugarcoat or hold back what he was thinking were always the ones that I fell for. Around me, he was someone else entirely. Iāll never forget the day that he got down on one knee in front of my whole familyā¦that was the day he changed.ā
I looked down at my hands that were toying with the hem of my- his hoodie. The last thing I ever remember getting form him, my last good memory of him.Ā
āI was wearing this hoodie when he proposed. I didnāt even see it coming. There was no awkward excuses for why he was gone and not answering my texts, no weird attitude right before he did it. Nothing that tipped off that he wanted to share the rest of our lives together. And just as I was about to scream that I would and give him the biggest kiss of my lifeā¦he was torn away from me.
āMy dad threw him out - literally. I was screaming and crying, the love of my life being torn away as my mom held me back from running after him. My dad came back and yelled that he didnāt want a son like āthatāā¦ā
My hands started to shake as I traced over the finger that a ring would currently be sitting if that didnāt happen. Tears started to well in my spaced off eyes, slipping down my cheeks.Ā
āObviously I knew what he meant, which only hurt more, butā¦what hurts the most is knowing that Iād never be in love with you now.ā
I looked up at Declan, the man who once wanted to grow old with me. āYouāve changed too much, and now Iāll never love again because Iām still attached to the old you, and all of those memories. Youāre a stranger now, and I canāt love a stranger.ā