Playing God

The young man whose heart was so cold longing for the heat of the year has come stale. The boy never encountered another rose liked flowers inside him, like the butterflies that flew over his gardens died, and the flowers that have withered and gray.

It was three years past when the relationship between Brad's girlfriend and him ended. No one knows who was in the wrong nor who's to blame for the fall of their relationship. There's one they're sure of:

It was all now toxic and unhealthy.

Brad knew that he was not to blame for the relationship; he deserves happiness, and never did he see it out of his girlfriend as time passes by.

"Time eventually eviscerates the feeling of lust and love; I think it's just normal," Brad thought.

He realized that it was time to end their relationship; he already saw no future out of it. It was just a straight dead end.

The constant fighting makes him insane; Brad wanted more than just being cooped up in this stale and bland relationship; he was already full and wanted no more of it.

So, he called his girlfriend to meet up and talk things out.

His girlfriend, who's trying to save the relationship, had no idea what's going to unfold. "It's going to be another fight, isn't it?" She said on the phone.

"It's something important," Brad replied on the other side.

"There's nothing important if you don't listen to reason, Brad,"

"Just come over,"

"Fine," She agreed, hoping to talk sense into him. She's planning to cool things off so that it doesn't further destroy their relationship, thinking that she needs to focus on her career first before engaging in the relationship with weary feelings.

She loves him. She genuinely does.

But, when they finally met and in the hopes of taking the relationship for a break,

What she got from Brad was,

"I never did love you."

 The cold demeanor strikes right into the young maiden's heart, filling it with strife. "but it was worthwhile." Brad wryly smiled.

She didn't know what to react, it stabbed deep not just to the heart but to her soul, who's invested in love and the future of them both. Her world broke down apart, slowly destroyed as the words cripple her inside.

"You asshole, I loved you, I loved you even if you're an asshole, I loved you." She cried.

"We're over, Amanda. That's just how it is." He coldly said, but Brad only said those words because his pride told him so; he wanted to gain the upper hand of the relationship, he wanted to be the one to end it; Having thought that Amanda will end things with him later. He still wanted the relationship, but not right now, not at this time. Little did he know, it was the end of all.

Amanda cried and mourned for the lost relationship they had, leaving his apartment and sulking at her home, coping with her deteriorating mental health. She never yielded to her demons, thanks to the person who she met at work. He helped her cope with the mental stress of their break up and eventually, as times passed, they got together. They were a perfect match, and they promised to themselves that they would talk about their problems through and conquer them together.

As time passed, she found a new boy treated her right just like how a prince treats a princess. Amanda found herself at home again, and she was more matured than she was before. The pain of romance made her stronger. This time, it's through the years and to the end of time.

Meanwhile Brad,

Well, it wasn't looking good for Brad.

He was happy after that confrontation; he went out with his friends and hung out with many girls. He was under the influence of drugs and slowly became a stoner. It was after that that he realized he was on the brink of letting himself go. He wanted Amanda, and he tried to assess himself again with the only person who understood him most. Unfortunately, Amanda already cut all communications with him and moved out to the countryside to heal.

He somehow regretted his actions soon after, but eventually, as years passed, he learned to accept his past; and fixed his pride that destroyed his relationships.

"Even if it hurts me too much, I would always choose perfection." Brad drank his whiskey glass as he heard Amanda found somebody else through the internet as soon as social media got established. He immediately created an account on a social media platform.

 "It was the perfect decision, I guess." He thought.

"Sorry, it had to be the hard way." He cried.

But I guess it was God's perfect plan, and I felt like playing God, and I paid the price.

Brad scrolled through Amanda's profile and then pressed the "add friend" button. He was eager to catch up. A part of himself wants her again, but- he already accepted fate.

Amanda immediately accepted the friend request.

"Whoa, this is timely, hello Brad. How are you? It's been years." Amanda immediately started the conversation through their phones.

"I'm doing fine, just got out of rehab actually, you?" Brad replied with a smile as it feels like it was before when their relationship began.

"It's my wedding today. I was going to invite you, but I didn't know how to reach you."

"It's fine, and I'm glad you're doing great." Brad typed, realizing that a few tears start to rolling from his eyes.

The nostalgia from the love that he felt was so difficult to replace. Every girl he met doesn't seem to fit the picture of Amanda. It all came back to him, on how much of he's an asshole to her. It was wrong to play God, and it was wrong to let his pride take place at the top without knowing the consequences. It was a cycle, the doer is still healing, but the receiver's already progressing. Blinded by pride, he didn't realize it made him below her and making him losing her.

"I've got to go now, and the wedding's about to start. Thanks for everything, Brad! See you soon."

"See you soon, Amanda."

End.

-Marcmire