End of the Road

fiction

It wasn’t the first time she’d come to the end of a relationship. Obviously she’d been here before, she wasn’t a kid. She knew most relationships came to an end. Sometimes easily, sometimes a little more difficult. But they ended. Knowing this didn’t make it any easier.

Especially when you had been as close as they were. Basically, one person, always together. Though even she had to admit the last few months had not been great. There had been some bad choices made for sure. Maybe she had pushed too hard. Wanted too much. She could admit that. She didn’t like to admit it, she’d rather live in the comfort of a fantasy than face the truth that sometimes she was a little too much, but she could still admit it.

She could be a little too much.

But then again with the right person a little too much was just the right amount. And she had thought she had found the right person. She really had.

They had so much fun in the beginning. Pushing boundaries, breaking rules. She knew they were having fun. KNEW IT. She felt the joy. Felt the thrill of letting go of what society insisted was the only way to behave. She recognized the gleam in the eye of someone enjoying themselves for a change.

And maybe it wasn’t her fault this time. Maybe she was fine and they were the ones who wanted to push too far, to do too much. It didn’t have to be her fault. She should work on that. Self-esteem and self-blaming and taking on the faults of others. That was something she could for sure work on to better herself for next time.

Because there would be a next time. As painful as this was right now she knew there would be another. She was old enough to know there was always another. Which, sure, sounded really cold, but it wasn’t. Not really. It didn’t make this relationship any less special to know that someday there would be another. Maybe it just reinforced that she was too codependent. But who wanted to be alone? The world was a scary place to face all alone, nobody wanted that. Not really.

Even if they were acting like it right now.

But honestly she wasn’t even sure if it was what they wanted. If it was what they needed. Their parents and friends had gotten involved. They didn’t understand. They hadn’t ever understood. Just so concerned. Blah blah blah…they wanted them to act like they always had. Couldn’t believe that this was who they were now. To just let it go and accept them for who they had become instead of wanting them to be like they were.

And now that fucking priest was here. “The power of Christ compels you” she hated that shit. She was tempted to vomit a little on the way out but that was just petty shit. Mean spirited. Leaving a mess for someone else to clean up while she went to wait for her next partner.

She vomited all over the priest, the bed, the walls, the concerned family, and friends.

She could be a little too much, she could admit it.

WRITING PROMPT:

You are a demon moments away from being exorcised, what are your final thoughts?