Jar of Hearts: An Anthology

He Wasn't

"Don't you dare turn your back on me, Kristoff!" I yelled at him as I desperately fought off the tears trying to escape my eyes.

After a moment, he turned to face me.

"I've had enough of you. I've had enough of this, Darla. This," Kristoff made a sweeping gesture encompassing the space between us, "whatever this is, it's over."

"Why?" A sob rose to my throat, choking the other words I wanted to say.

His gaze met mine, unsteady, as though he was searching for something within the depths of my irises. And when he found none, he said, "Because you never loved me, Darla. You just used me."

"We used each other!" I snapped back. "It's not just me, and you know it. And don't say that I did not love you, Kris. Hell knows I tried to love you! I've tried so fvcking hard to love you. I've lost myself trying so hard to make you see that I cared!"

"Clearly, it wasn't enough." He averted his gaze. "You should have tried harder."

I scoffed, shaking my head so hard I thought my head would roll down my shoulders. This was the man I thought I would spend the rest of my days with. This was the same man who made my eyes crinkle from laughing too loudly. This was the man who made me think that there was, indeed, a forever.

"Fvck you," I hissed. Without another word, I turned on my heel to walk away from him, for I knew in my heart of hearts that even though he was still Kristoff, he wasn't the same man.

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"He Wasn't"

Jar of Hearts, An Anthology by

Matthew Spades