“So what? I don’t need you. I don’t want you. Do you think your leaving causes me pain? Did you really think I’d feel sad?” she forced a laugh, raising her eyebrows in an expression of disbelief and scorn.
“Myra…” the man spoke, his mouth hanging slightly open. Stiffening slightly, he turned away, ”You know, I didn’t want this.”
She laughed in that hard, cruel, unattached way that she had used when he had first said he was leaving.
“I know you do want this, Mathew. It’s okay, run and hide. You weren’t there when I needed you, and I’m really better off without you. Just don’t expect me to cry over something that really doesn’t matter at all,” she said coldly, her hand massaging the door that she held open. She fought back the temptation to slam it on him. She’d wait for him to move. She’d be good. For now.
Mathew’s fists clenched at his side. In fact, he had expected an entirely different reaction. He’d expected her to beg and plead before he finally left. But, she had defied his expectation, and he didn’t know what to make of it. Had he been the one played this whole time?
“Just get out,” she demanded, and he turned to look at her—to decide if she was for real. Her normally bright blue eyes with empty and grey. The way she was looking at him seemed to Mathew as if she were really looking beyond him—as if he wasn’t even there. Her rosy lips were creased into a scowl. Her becoming lips turned ugly with disgust. He shuddered slightly, imagining those same lips heart-shaped and blossoming like a rose on his. They’d been his. He’d thought they had. But, she was so cold…so careless. Her expression seemed empty, like his leaving really didn’t effect her. There eyes met for a second, and he nodded slowly and then he was gone. Myra pushed the door slightly and let it swing shut.
Her movements felt leaden as she walked towards her battered couch. It was like swimming through mud. Her vision blurred, and she let herself fall onto the couch, hardly knowing where she was anymore. Nothing made sense. Nothing fit. And, she couldn’t get that last image of Mathew out of her head. He just kept walking away like a bad music video on repeat.
She didn’t cry. She couldn’t really feel anything. She just kept seeing his piercing blue eyes staring back at her.
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Submission Name: So What?
