We need to talk

The rain pounded furiously on the window panes, creating a gloomy scene that corresponded to the dreary state of my soul.

Sitting in the gloom, I relived over and over again that fateful day when my world came crashing down.

‘We need to talk,’ you said in an icy voice that chilled my blood. In that instant, a dark foreboding nestled in my chest, foreshadowing that something inside us was about to break irrevocably.

Your next words were like sharp blades tearing at my heart. ‘I'm leaving,’ you blurted out unceremoniously, without a hint of emotion in your empty gaze. With those two simple words, my entire life shattered before my very eyes.

You offered no excuses or explanations, there was no need. The truth was there, hanging in the air like a shadowy spectre: there was another person, another love that had hijacked your heart.

The betrayal hit me with the force of a punch in the stomach, leaving me breathless.

I watched helplessly as you gathered your belongings and turned to leave without looking back.

At that moment, I decided not to let you leave. I would not allow my love to be replaced by a new flame.

The thunder rumbled outside, shaking the old foundations of our home, like a harbinger of the terrors that awaited me in solitude.

That night, as the shadows loomed over me, a piercing scream escaped my throat at the stark reality: the love of my life would leave me for another, and that pain would haunt me like a spectre for the rest of my existence.

So I took my grandfather's old revolver and shot her like a madman until I emptied it and watched her die.