The Last Time. ~Based on the song by Taylor Swift.

A short story/one shot inspired by the song "The Last Time" by Taylor Swift.

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1. The Last Time.

When I first met him. He was everything I ever wanted, and more. He was perfect, and I thought that he was "the one".

Little did I know, "the one" doesn't exist.

Love is a funny thing. It makes you feel like you're on top of the world. But it can also make you feel like you're your own worst enemy. Love is so powerful, it's capable of anything. It's capable of either making you feel amazing, or making you feel crappy, or both at the same time. Funny, right?

But what do you do when the one you love, doesn't love you enough?

You fight for them, and eventually, win or lose the battle.  And that's exactly what I did.


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Meeting him for the first time was something out of the ordinary. It was like love at first sight. He made me forget about all the heartbreaks that I'd ever been through.

After speaking to him for days at length, I was convinced that he'd make me forget all my troubles, heal me, and never treat me like I'd been treated before. He'd promised me that he'd always be there for me.

So much for promises.

A couple of weeks after we'd known each other, we had a mutual liking for each other. He'd asked me out in the most romantic way possible. He told me that he'd always love me.

The moment somebody makes a promise like that, all your worries of ever being hurt again seem to fade away. You tend to let go of your past, and give your heart to the one you love.

There's where I made a mistake. I let go of the past.

One thing I've learned in life about love is, never let go of the past. Learn from it, because if you let go of the past, it'll eventually come back and haunt you.

We were both happy and content for the first few months. We were in love. I wouldn't call it true love but that's what I believed at that point of time. That's until the complications arised.

Soon enough, I started to feel as if he was starting to get sick of me. He wouldn't spend time with me anymore, even though, ironically, we lived under the same roof, we'd have our meals together in awkward silences, the air always felt tense when we were in the same room as each other, he always spoke to me in a monotone voice, we'd sleep on different  ends of the bed, his eyes that were once filled with love and compassion for me, were filled with nothing but distaste. Nothing felt right anymore.

As he left our flat without saying a word to me, I sighed. That's when I realized. There's somebody else. I wasn't on the top of his list anymore. He didn't care about me.

As heartbroken as I was, I decided to confront him at dinner later that night. I needed to know if my suspiscion was correct. I needed to know where I went wrong, and how I could fix this. I wasn't going to give up. I was going to fight for him.



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My eyes didn't leave the clock hanging on the wall of our living room. 9pm. I'd been waiting for 3 hours. I don't know why I was still waiting for him, but I didn't move. I still hoped that he was on his way home, and had probably got stuck with something at work and then got stuck in traffic on his way home. So, I decided to wait longer.

But a small part of me knew that he wasn't going to show, but I somehow managed to ignore that little part of me, and silenced it with hope that he'd be home, and we'd work things out, and I'd finally be able to sleep at night without worrying about losing him.


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It'd been 4 hours since I'd lost all hope in believing that he'd be home. It was 6am. I was still sitting on a chair, with dinner on the table, dressed in my purple dress, and red lipstick.

It was at that moment, that I'd given up all hope. He isn't coming back. I repeated over and over again in my head.

I bet the little part of me that knew he wasn't coming back wanted to say, "I told you so!" because it was right. He didn't show, he didn't fight for me, instead he just walked out, with even a goodbye. He'd left me, and I'd lost him. And from that day on, I swore never to let him in again.


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It'd been 3 days since he left. The bedsheets still smelled like him, serving as a bittersweet reminder of what we had.

All those promises he made to me; were broken.

The sad part is, this had nothing to do with the past. He gave me no reasons as to why he left. He just woke up one day and decided to simply give up on us.

I heard a few knocks on my front door. It was a sound that no one in the world could create. Except for him.

I half-heartedly got off of my bed and made my way down the hall wondering why in God's name I was willing to even look at his face right now. But the problem was, I still loved him. Even after all that he's done to me, I love him. Pathetic, right? Well, that's what you get for giving your heart to someone who'd be willing to break your heart at the blink of an eye.

I slowy opened the door to be met by his hypnotizing eyes. "Hi." he said, barely a whisper. I gulped the lump that'd formed in my throat and managed to croak out. "How could you?" I contined, trying so hard not to cry. "No calls, no reasons why, no goodbye, no second chance?! Is this how you treat someone you're in love with? Well, if that's the case, then I hate myself for loving you, and I wish I could stop." I was in tears now. I wasn't angry, I was heart-broken.

"Please, let me explain.." he started, but I cut him off immediately. "Explain what?! Why you left me without saying a word? Or why you were with someone else behind my back?" I felt my voice crack.

"I didn't know what I was thinking. Last night, I realized just how much I loved you, and that I was a fool for letting you go. Please, take me back, I'm begging you. I'm sorry, I love you!" he pleaded. "You think that your apology is gonna work? I'm never forgiving you! Even if I do, who's to say that you'd do this again?! Get your sorry ass back to your new girlfriend!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall.

"Please, I can't live without you, I realize that now. I need you. You mean the whole world to me. I'll never do this again, I promise." he tried to convince me to let him in again, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

I had no idea what happened next, all I knew was that, we were both crying, and afterwards he was kissing me. All of a sudden, I'd forgotten all about what had happened during the last few days. It didn't matter, because I loved him, and he loved me back.


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It'd been 2 weeks since I'd forgiven him. I was happier than ever. Having the one you love, love you back is the most amazing feeling in the world. It somehow makes you feel more alive, and like you're actually worth something. But if the one you love, doesn't love you back, well then, you feel like you don't deserve to live anymore.

And that's exactly how I felt the following morning.

I woke up as the bright sunlight made its way into our room through the curtains. I spread my hands out and searched for his warm body without opening my eyes.

Panic filled me as I felt nothing but cold sheets and pillows. My eyes shot open and I quickly got off the bed and went into the kitchen, hoping that he was being the gentleman that he is, and was cooking me breakfast.

I slowly started to sweat as I didn't find anyone but myself in our flat. I was all alone.

I searched every inch of the flat for a note of some sort, telling me that he had gone out to get groceries, or to get breakfast because he was too lazy to cook or something. But I didn't find a note.

I fell to the floor on my knees, accepting defeat. He knew how worried I'd get if he left without a note, so he always left one. What if he left me again? But why? Things were going great, we weren't distant like before. He loved me, and he told me that everyday.

I inwardly slapped myself for thinking of such possibilities and decided to watch some tv till he got home. That ought to distract me from my thoughts.


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31 days. That's how long it's been since he left me. Again.

I was stupid to have forgiven him. I knew this would've happened again! Why did I have to believe all that bullshit about him never doing this again? Why did I have to believe him when he said he loved me back?

Because I'm a sucker for love. That's what I am.

I give people too many chances. Too many chances to use me, and then throw me away like I'm sort of doll.

I always believe the best in people. Even when I should think otherwise. That's my weakness. Sadly, everyone takes that for granted. But the problem is, I never learn. The minute somone tells me they love me, and will always be there for me, I believe them, regardless of whether or not they really mean it.

Just then, I heard the familiar pattern of knocing on my front door again. I decided to ignore it. There is no way in hell that I'm going back to him. Not now, not again; infact, never.

"I'm coming in, then." he mumbled, loud enough for me to hear. "Asshole." I cursed under my breath and ran towards the front door as fast as I could. "Don't you dare step into my house!" I shouted, shaking with anger.

"Alright.." he said slowly, putting his hands up in defence. "What the fuck do you want?" I growled. "I want to talk to you." he replied. "No! I'm not falling for your crap again." I yelled, outraged. He sure had some guts to show his face here again, because I'm sure I'd rip his head off if I wasn't in love with him.

"I..  I didn't cheat on you." he finally managed to say. "Like I'm gonna believe you. You're a liar, and you're pathetic!" I spat. "Please, just hear me out.." he started. "I swear, I didn't. I'll admit it, I left you, but my heart always belonged to you, because nothing feels right when someone else is in your place." "Oh, grow up, you douchebag. I ain't buyin' that." I rolled my eyes.

"I love you! And I don't know why I have to act like such a prick and hurt you so bad to realize that." he cried out, on the verge of tears."You don't say." I said angrily with a hint of sarcasm. "I mean that! It's been you along! I don't know why I have to keep making myself realize this.. I just.. Please, take me back, and I won't hurt you anymore. I love you so much." he said as he sobbed. "How am I supposed to believe you, when you lied to me, so many times. Even after I let you in, just for you to go again. I need a reason, I'm tired of getting hurt." I said, starting to sob as well.

"Because I love you, and you love me too. Isn't that enough of a reason?" he asked, looking up at me red-eyed. "This is the last time I'm asking you this, how do I know that you won't leave me again?" I began to cry.

"I want you to have this," he pulled out a tiny box from his pocket. "It's a promise ring. I promise to never break all the promises I made to you, and that I will never hurt you again. I will love you, forever and always." he said whilst slipping the ring onto my finger.

At that moment, I don't know what came over me, but at this very spot, where I'd foolishly forgiven him before, I forgave him again. I'm making a stupid mistake yet again, but I love him too much. Too much to let him go. Call me hopeless, but that's what love does to you.

"This is the last time I'm letting you in."

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