Literary Fiction

William and his fiance break up, because she can't deal with him anymore

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He watched her walk away; feeling his pain come up his throat. Her last words echoed in his head “I can’t do this anymore, William.” He replayed it over and over in his mind. He was still letting all of it soak in. He stood in the cold letting snow flakes tickle his nose as they fell from the sky. The pain grew deeper, and deeper as she walked farther away, he almost wanted to cry but knew if he did he’d be extremely childish.
He walked away leaving footprints in the snow. His blonde hair blew in the crisp cold night air, his mind racing from topic to topic. About her soft voice ringing clear in his head, her last words to him he wanted nothing more than to have her back in his arms, then he felt a tear came streaming down his cheek, he wiped it away feeling a bit depressed.
He replayed the conversation in his head: “Olivia, I feel like we’ve been together for a lifetime. I’m not used to feeling this close to someone like this…” William takes Olivia’s hand and she pulls away, “I know where you’re going with this.” He looked confused, “What do you mean?” He stutters from the cold chill that shocked his body. She looked away, tears gleamed in her eyes, “I can’t do this anymore, William.” She stood there letting the tears hit her face, “I’m sorry.” She said. Then she grabbed his hand and placed her promise ring in his hand and walked away. He stood there feeling numb and cold. He let these last words come up his throat, but only in a mumble, “Goodbye, Olivia.”
He walked until he found where he wanted to be. Inside a smoke filled bar to wash away his pain and guilt he had for himself. All of his thoughts were placed on her face. Her beautiful hazel eyes, but sometimes turned green whenever she was happy. He thought about her wide smile that she wore whenever she saw him walk in through the door. He thought about how much he’s going to miss that. He wondered about how he didn’t even know why she left, he didn’t have the courage to ask, let alone have time. He kept thinking about the way she said his name. So hard and lifeless, he was taken by so much surprise that he was letting all of it go down before he realized he didn’t have the energy to stop her.
He stood from the bar stool and tightened his scarf around his neck, and walked out of the bar, feeling numb from the whiskey and cold from the cool crisp air. The air hit his face as he stumbled after every step he took down the sidewalk. He didn’t know where he was going. He couldn’t go home. Afraid to find her things packed and gone, with her along with them.
He walked to the bridge to find the water below calm. He sat on the bench still a little dizzy. He looked at the moon shining below on the cool calm water. He let a small smile hit his lips as he remembered the days he sat there with her.
He stood up from the bench making his way to the bridge railing. He stood up on top, and without thinking twice he jumped.