Short Story / My heart, my soul, my everything

Here comes my heart, my soul, my everything. Dressed in my favourite green shirt he walked slowly towards me. I was use to it, it was routine but still I couldn’t fade the smile spread so rapidly on my face.
“Hey” I said casually wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. He gave me a smile, but it was different, fake, I knew right away something was up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked concerned
“You know me all too well” he replied anxiously
“Has something happened?”
“No”
“Did you forget something?”
“No”
“Are you having a bad day?”
He nodded his head
“It’s not that” he said “there’s something I need to talk to you about”
It wasn’t that we never talked about anything serious; we had had plenty of meaningful conversations. It was just that never had he once requested one it worried me. He was the kinda guy who didn’t like showing his emotions. Although he was very sensitive and almost neurotic he never showed how he felt, sometimes it drove me insane because I was the complete opposite; readable like a book. It was these differences that made us an improbable romance. We had nothing in common, we bickered daily however that was one of the things that made it special. We both where completely crazy about each other, and even though logic would eventually split us, fate was helping our journey.
“What is it?” I asked after a moment of thought. He looked extremely concerned, lost for words; I had never seen him looking so confused so I knew it must be serious. I grabbed his hands and kissed him gently
“You know you can talk to me about anything, you don’t have to look so anxious”
“I know that”
“So tell me what’s up and we can work through it, together”
“That’s the thing” he said “I don’t know how we can be together any longer”. I paused, he paused, my thoughts silenced not able to understand what was happening.
After the silence drained out our thought he took his hand and wrapped it gently around my waist, leading me towards to nearest bench. I remembered exactly two weeks ago when we where seated in the exact same position, except the moaning silence was instead filled with laughter and smiles.
“Don’t go” I remembered whispering to him as his watch flicked 6 o clock; leaving time
“I have to” he whispered smiling
I loved that smile.
I remember telling him over and over again never to leave, just to say sitting with me like this forever so that a moment would never be waisted missing him. But now everything was too rapidly changing from my dreams to my worst occurring nightmare. Please don’t let this really be happening, let this be a dream, a sick, twisted, inconsolable dream.
“This isn’t going to work out” his speech sounded all too clear as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times over, that was when it hit me, he probably has.
“It’s just getting too complicated, I feel like were not as together, I guess this had to split someday”
I said nothing
“We can still be friends” the words stabbed me like a sharp knife.
“I don’t understand” I whispered with heart broken tears silently rolling down my pale cheeks. “Do you not feel that way about me anymore?”
He paused. And I knew the answer
“How did this happen? Everything was fine before, everything was perfect, how can you just go from being completely in love with someone one minute and the next minute feel… nothing”
“I want to be your friend” he whispered again, as if that was enough.
Nature told me to beg, keep begging until this bastard changed his mind, and keep begging until he saw reason. However I said nothing, I did nothing, I thought of nothing. Sometimes the only way to fix the problem is to say goodbye.
My heart was being ripped apart, I wanted to punch, kick and even stab the man sitting next to me. It was like I hardly knew him anymore, but I didn’t, because I knew that this would probably be the last time I would ever get to sit so close my heart, my soul and my everything.
“I love you” I whispered in his ear
He said nothing.
“I have to go”
“Please don’t go, not like this, please tell me where it went wrong, tell me what I can do to change this, please don’t leave me”
“I’m so sorry” he said unwrapping my tightly fixed arms from his waist.
“Don’t do this to me” I begged as his body became out of reach
That was when he left. I watched him walk away holding with him my heart, my soul, my everything. Never to return; my heart, my soul, my everything.