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BROKEN HEART

SHATTERED ILLUSIONS

By Godwil Bradon Published about a month ago 5 min read
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Here she was again, tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes red, and puffy, and her voice hoarse from all the crying she had done over the last two nights. This bout of heartbreak was caused by the most recent man who had callously broken her heart. Unfortunately, this was not the first time a man had shattered her spirit and trust. The cycle of meeting a new suitor, falling head over heels in love, and then being crushed when things fell apart had become like a way of life for her - a painful routine she had convinced herself was the universe's way of preparing her for her future husband; that she was learning the nuances of love through hardship. “Am I a magnet for guys with serious issues? I'm like a moth to a flame when it comes to men with problems”, she cried out. As she wiped down her face a photograph she had taken with Brad during their vacation in Phuket caught her eye. She picked it up and at that moment the memories from that day started coming back to her.

“Stop it! You’re the most gorgeous human being I have ever set my eyes on, so stop doubting yourself”, sad Brad in a calm way.

“You’re just saying that to flatter me”, chuckled Madeline.

“Okay, you’re partly right but you are also pretty and that is a fact.”

“Alright prince charming, I’ll bite. Let’s get going to the beach before it starts raining.”

They headed out to enjoy themselves and relieve themselves of their worries. The day was so much better than what they expected. On their way back to the hotel, a cameraman offered to take a picture of them since he claimed that they were the most beautiful couple he had seen in recent years. He took a picture of them and handed the photograph to them.

“We should frame that, it’s great”, suggested Brad.

“Yeah, I look great but this monster next to me ruins the photo”, she joked

The echoes of laughter brought her back into reality. Tears started rolling down again and with the little strength she was left with threw the picture which sent it flying across the room and shattering while the frame broke. She was devastated. Was it real this time or was it all in her head?

“ DARN YOUBRAD”, she shouted at the top of her lungs.

She was tired of all the crap Brad had put her through. A moment of clarity allowed her to finally see how dangerously naive she had been, and how her wide-eyed innocence made her an easy target, allowing others to use her to their advantage. As memories of her most recent love, Brad began flooding back; she could suddenly see all the red flags she had once brushed off. She recalled how Brad had called her clingy and needy anytime she wanted to spend quality time together. She remembered all the times he had blown her off to go out with his friends instead of her. She now realized why he never wanted to post photos of them together on social media or make their relationship public - he was likely embarrassed of her, or keeping his options open to meet other women. The more memories that washed over her, the clearer it became: their relationship had always been one-sided. Brad had taken advantage of her trusting nature, leaving her constantly anxious and uncertain of his true feelings. She was exhausted from always being the one left heartbroken and in tears. A question burned in her mind: Why me? Why do I always end up on the receiving end of romantic pain? At that moment, a sly smile crept across her face and she let out a quiet, malicious cackle. A vengeful idea had just popped into her head - if she was tired of being the victim of heartbreak, why couldn't she start being the one who hands it out? She could be the one telling burnt-out lies, having love affairs, getting the best of someone, and then leaving them in tears. She decided it was time to turn all her pent-up hurt and rage into something productive for herself, yet destructive for any man who dared to cross her. If she couldn't have happiness in love, then no one else deserved it either. That night marked her rebirth, rising like a fiery phoenix from the ashes of her former self. Madeline dragged her weary body to the wine cellar, grabbed a bottle, turned on her favorite empowering playlist, popped the cork, took two big swigs, and raised both hands to the heavens as she swayed her hips to the music. The time had come for her story to change. After a few sips of the wine, she felt it, a feeling she barely remembered, liberation.

“I can love myself better than you ever could”

“Right? I can love myself better. Can’t I?” she asked herself

She doubted herself for a moment. This was new to her and maybe she wasn’t sure if it was a path she would be able to walk alone. For as long as she can remember, she always had someone to help her out with whatever situation she was in since she wasn’t the type to be afraid of asking for help or receiving aid. But things were different this time; she believed that no one would be able to understand the pain that she was going through. Madeline’s friends were girls she didn’t like but they were there for her for a very long time since they were childhood friends and making friends wasn’t one of Madeline’s strong suit. Her parents on the other were high school sweethearts so she doubted if any of them could even fathom what she was going through. So she decided to turn to the person that any depressed, heartbroken, and insane woman turns to, herself. This night seemed to be going at a very slow rate and the time seemed to have stopped and she just wanted for this day to end. Maybe, just maybe, the next day would be a better day than that day. She dragged her body to her room since all the joints in her body were screaming and begging for rest. She threw her body onto her bed. The sheets still had Brad’s scent. The smell of Brad’s cologne drove her body insane. She had to do something about this, her body was overheating, and she wanted Brad. No, she needed him. But he wasn’t there and the probability of him ever being there was zero. This realization made her spin out of control and her emotions scatter all over.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaggh! Never! Never again! Rather die than fall in love with someone again”, she proclaimed.

“May you rot in the deepest pit of hell, Brad.”

She couldn’t believe that heartbreak had made her turn into a crazy woman. For the first time in a very long time, Madeline cried herself to sleep.

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  • Alex H Mittelman about a month ago

    Very well written! Fantastic job!

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