Because of Her by R. A.

She obeyed and left.

Molly never went against me. She always agreed with my opinion, and even though it sometimes annoyed me, one glance of her bottomless eyes made me score on irritation and anger.

- What the hell was that? Have you completely lost your mind? - She is silent. - Who am I asking?

- He just decided to take me home...

- Just to carry home? What kind of asshole is this? I couldn't find my place!

- And who am I to you that you can’t find a place for yourself? I'm tired! We've only been with you for four months, and you've never once called me your girlfriend! I'm empty space for you! Give, bring, jump, spin! All I did was try to please you! And you never once said that you love ... that you feel something towards me!

I stand in a stupor and do not know what to say to this.

- You were rude all the time!

- Molly... I...

- What you? I saw tears and weariness in her eyes.

- I'm sorry ... - I lowered my head and did not know where to put my eyes. My anger has gone away. She looked at me with expectation and hope. Molly wanted me to tell her right now how much she means to me, how much I love her and don't want her to leave. But I can't... She'll feel bad for me, but I damned hoped that even under these circumstances she would stay.

- Are you sorry? Seriously? I fell in love with you! For your sake, I endured your humiliation and disrespect. Are you just sorry!?

- You knew what you were getting into.

She didn't say anything, went into our bedroom, started packing, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She is looking at our bedroom, a packed bag in her hands. She's so beautiful, but so tense. I approach her from behind, hug her, prop her chin with my chin. I catch a subtle scent of vanilla. God, she smells delicious.

- Let go.

- Not.

- I don't want it to hurt more.

- Will not.

- It will, Ethan, it will. Let...

And I let go, let go forever.

Three months have passed and I'm sitting in the kitchen. Lonely. On the table is almost finished whiskey and an empty pack of cigarettes. It's been three months already. Three fucking months. Three damn long months without her. Without Molly.

I always knew that the love of girls is a matter of course. But I've never been interested in their love. All I needed was good sex. In high school, I was one of those people who didn't have to approach a girl, talk to her, ask her out. They themselves ran after me, as soon as I beckoned with my finger. After all, a beautiful attractive face, athletic body and a full wallet of money did their job. This continued until the fourth year at the university. But I settled down when I saw her - Molly Rosalyn Thame.

Unremarkable to others, she immediately drew my attention. This girl looked like an angel: golden, curling hair reached her waist, long eyelashes covered her large eyes, the colour of a sea wave. The neat nose and plump lips she bit so often were just as beautiful. The figurine is just what you require. But she always hid it under baggy clothes.

I have never been a romantic, I have never been able to speak beautifully. Intimidating, daring, rude—that's me. I was afraid, and I liked it. But when it came to meeting Molly, for the first time in my life I mumbled, I didn’t know where to put my hands and where to look away.

Our acquaintance was, to be honest, not very good. I was stupid, then I said some preoccupied crap. She rolled her already big eyes, opened that damn delicious mouth and blushed. I decided to say something else, but she turned around and left with quick steps. After that, I had no girls in my bed and in my mind.