"He just said he didn't want to do it anymore" Ryan sighed, expressionless. His eyes, hollow, soulless.
"He said he didn't want to do it? that's it?" Corazon exclaimed in disbelief, slamming her hands on the antique table, almost catching everyone's attention in the French Cafe they were seated in.
Ryan looked up and stared at Corazon. Her face was bursting with rage yet her eyes radiated compassion and empathy.
"Yes, just like that" He replied.
She reached for his hand and cupped it in hers, trying to calm underneath his untroubled aura.
"I'm sorry babe, you did not deserve that." She whispered.
There was no storm. there were no tears to shed and no broken heart to piece together... only nothingness and barely-healed wounds.
July 31, 12:38pm
"One day, we will live together forever and I will look after you in health and in sickness. I love you."
Under any circumstances, Ryan would have fallen in love with Joseph's sweet ensemble of words but Gabriel, his great love, had already destroyed him. He knew that Joseph would leave just like the others. Ryan saved himself this time. He knew that he can never trust any man again.
"I'm okay, it's just a scratch." Ryan uttered as he placed the turquoise, porcelain teacup on the saucer.
He yearned for long drives; looking for drive-thrus, taking car selfies and singing wildly to pop songs, hearts bursting with laughter, hands held and fingers intertwined.
He dreamed of warm and cozy nights; snuggled in bed, nestled in each other's arms, glued on Netflix while binge eating. His lover running his fingers through the strands of his hair as he gently planted kisses on his forehead.
He fantasized getting drunk at a club, dancing foolishly at the center with his partner, eyes fixed at each other's gaze as the noise muffled and the crowd faded in the background.
He envisioned trivial quarrels that blossomed into fierce lovemaking, bodies naked covered in kisses, minds blank and hearts full.
Corazon stood up and sat beside Ryan "look at me" She said as she wrapped her arm around him. "I hope you find someone who will respect your feelings".
But the fire in his has ebbed.
His grew cynical and callous. He refused to feel and open up again.
Ryan retreated to an emotional fortress where no one can touch him again.
"Yeah I guess" He replied with a casual smirk.