The footsteps in the snow were still there when he woke. It was the last thing she left him when she slammed the door the night before.
She was tired of fighting. She was tired of the sudden mood swings. She was exhausted that every time everything seemed almost perfect, something – the tiniest glitch – would come along to ruin it all.
And it was usually an action incited by another person.
With Harry’s consent.
Because Bertha knew well that if he had not wanted it to happen, he could simply say no. He could set his limits. He could actually show his girlfriend that he respected her. That he heard her when she told him repeatedly that she was bothered by certain behaviour. That he was loyal to her alone. Things, that if were the other way round, Harry would not have reacted so calmly or tolerate it all.
Bertha tried to be the bigger person.
But sometimes, even the strongest people break too.
Because all a person truly wants, is the certainty that the person they love will choose them over everyone else, under any circumstance.
She gave him a choice. She shouldn’t have had to.
But he did not choose her.
She threw away the balloons and the present she was to give him during the surprise party she had organised for him the next day.
It didn’t matter now.
He had not chosen her.
He had placed everything else above what she thought was something that would last through hail and storm.
She would have given him the world. But he was too stubborn to even give her a star.
“When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she’s the one…”
(Have you ever really loved a woman – Bryan Adams)
Also part of Daily Prompt: Loyal