Today's flash fiction is brought to you by the letter... L (and Carrie Underwood)!
She’d made a lot of mistakes. She knew that. And even when she was clinging (desperately, hopelessly, horribly) to the notion that most of the mistakes were his, she knew she held some blame too. And maybe her blame was worse. Deep down, she’d always known that someday he was going to screw up and hurt her. But he never would have expected it of her.
The fall off a pedestal hurt more when she was that high off the ground.
Their last screaming match had ended with both of them crying. “I can’t do this anymore!” she’d tried to shout, though it only came out as a whisper.
“I can be better,” he’d pleaded.
But she’d shook her head, tentative at first, then harder and more certain than ever before. “You say that every time. And then you make me feel like shit all over again.” Her nose had burned from the tears, and she’d had to swallow a knot in her throat before she could continue. “I don’t want to feel like shit anymore.”
“Just give me another chance.”
She’d hesitated, and maybe he’d known he’d won then. But he hadn’t smile, not even when she’d said, “One more chance.” She’d held up one finger and shook it. “One more. Then never again.”
He would do it again, she knew. And again, she’d cry. Again, a small part of her would break. Again, she’d find a way to hate herself.
Maybe next time she’d learn her lesson.
I sort-of-kind-of thought of the theme for this one while I was listening to a Carrie Underwood song on the way home from work. "Lessons Learned" is one of the most inspirational songs to me (it's not nearly as dark as this flash fic). It's all about learning from your mistakes and keeping your life moving even if you have some regrets. Take a listen if you've got some time:
Happy Friday the 13th!