You promised me you would never leave.
You promised me you'd always love me.
You promised me a lot of things.
Now I now that your promises were just empty words.
I hope that they haunt you for the rest of your life.
"Liar," she hissed. It was an accusation, meant to hurt, to sting. She almost wished that he would deny it. But he didn't. That cool, self-assured smirk was still plastered on his face. Just the sight of it filled her with rage. She wanted to slap him, to hit him, to hurt him. She wanted him to apologize, to say that it was just a cruel joke, that he still loved her. He didn't. Shaking with rage, she slapped him as hard as she could. He didn't react, didn't flinch, just continued standing there with that goddamn smirk on his face.
"Give it up, Jessica. It's over."
"No. No! You're lying."
He sneered. "You're pathetic, you know that? The only reason I went out with you was because I felt sorry for you." He turned and began to walk away, but stopped short.
"You promised," she said desperately. "You promised that you'd alway love me."
"Yeah, well, people don't always keep their promises," he replied as he walked out the door.
"I hate you!" she yelled at his retreating figure.
He ignored her and kept on walking, until she couldn't see him anymore. She slumped against the wall and fell to her knees, sobbing with the pain of someone whose heart had just been broken.
Two years later she committed suicide, jumping off the bridge. They found the note that she had left, a note addressed to him, the one who had broken her heart. Her last wish came true. His promises haunted him for the rest of his life.