[Fiction] Fickle

"What happened? Is it me? Did I do anything wrong?" she asked, tears flowing down her pretty face. The face that I used to love seeing the first thing in the morning. The face that I used to be able to pick out from a crowd.

"No..." I started, but I couldn't say anything. It hurts, seeing her like this. Knowing that I hurt her. But it will hurt more if we both stay in this relationship. If we push to make it work when we both know it just doesn't anymore.

"Say something!" she screamed. "Why are you doing this to me? You told me you loved me! Why are you pushing me away?"

"I just... I just don't feel the same way anymore..." I whispered. I tried reaching out to her, to touch her, to comfort her, but I couldn't push myself to. I wish I didn't feel this way, I wish I still loved her like I did, back when we were happy, but I can't force my heart to feel something that it doesn't anymore.

"So what, that's it? We're just going to throw everything away?" she demanded.

"Let's both just move on," I said, looking at the girl I used to love. I thought I would feel better if I ended this relationship, but instead, I felt worse.

"Why are you so cruel? Just say something..." she whispered. Even with her voice so quiet, I could still clearly hear the frustration, the pain, the disappointment.

Silence. I can't answer any of her questions. I wish I could. I wish I knew what the problem was.

"You're better off without me," I finally said. I looked at her one last time, thinking. I can't remember why I stopped loving this person... or why I did in the first place.

Why is my heart so fickle?