Dramatic Monologue

I guess Ivy will stay in my imagination“ he laughed lightly. I played dumb looking at his arm where he had a tattoo of the Ivy. He was trying to light up the mood.
„You know I had that dream once that we had an intercourse and after we talked about our future. We talked about our kids. You wanted a girl named Ivy.“ He was still holding me and the tears were already ready to fall and I did not care anymore as I was dying. He tattoed a name Ivy below his heart. Not his name, not my name, not my date of birth but name of our never born daughter.
He kissed my forehead and I felt he did not have more strength to hold me. It was extremely hard for him to not break down at that moment, and I was person causing it. I wanted to ask him for promise to
I wanted to take the most of him in my senses and I could not anymore. I see a grey sweat pants and white short sleeved v neck shirt. I see his messy hair and tired eyes staring at me, waiting for me to go through the doors. He is ready to move on, he was ready. I was not needed anymore for his development. Now, I was holding him back. While I took for the last time the sight of him he motioned again for me to go out of
I put my head down and I just left the room passing by him like passing by a stranger. He immediately closed the doors and I was left alone in front of the doors. Tears started to fall without stopping. I came into the car and screamed the loudest I could. I broke down completely throwing everything in my apartment everywhere. I broke a vase and got a bad cut from it. I could not even feel the cut because of the pain caused by my separation from him. I was burning alive. I was hugging myself trying to imagine him still being there. My whole pshychological madness came down onto my floor. After some time, I felt satisfied. I got to see the growth of true him. The man I wanted him to be, the man he was destined to be. A perfection. I was there when he was at his lowest and at his best. I decided that my revenge was not dumping him because that would be just a revenge. You do not hurt a person you love if you do not have a good reason. I had a reason to hurt him the same way he hurt me, because of me and not him. That is why revenge is just a first step. I have to break him in order to make him the strongest. He is a well educated, rich, ambitious, handsome young man who has the greatest future of all