Moving on (Ashes of the heart)

Moving On

He stood in the doorway looking into the empty room that once was their bedroom, she had picked it when they first moved into the home, he would have preferred the one closer to the stairs, but no, she had insisted on the one next to the bathroom, which in hindsight was the better choice.

He could not help but give a bittersweet smile as the memories of those days returned to him, now a space where their bed had once been, now nothing but a carpeted floor.

The things that had been said in that bed, words of love given to each other on cold winter nights, two people so much in love and wanted to share a future and nothing seemed like it could stop that.

Well that is how it felt at the time and should have been that way, but now he was stood in that place which was now as empty as the love they had once shared and no matter how hard he tried to work out what went wrong, he just could not do so

But that was the real trick, if he had known what was wrong then maybe they could have fixed it, at least made an effort to give them a fighting chance rather than just fighting until it became too much for either to bare

No, much had been said and so many recriminations had been made and now this was the end result, one last look at what was once the place his dreams had been born, where his heart had sung and where he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loved.

But that dream had died a cold death and now he stood in what would have been the ashes of that love if it had been set on fire, like she had set his soul on fire when he first met her and for so long after that.

No, he knew that it was time and he had to be moving on.