Will it be enough? (Short story)

 NOTHING GOES BACK THE SAME

There was something wrong.

My mouth, I found it dry and lips cracked from lack of moisture. Opening my eyes took several seconds as my head rocked back and forth.
What had happened to me?

Where was I?

I heard a creaking sound as my eyes adjusted to the poor light in whatever room I was in. Room? More like a dirt cellar. Yes, that was exactly where I was, only I didn't know how the hell I had gotten to be there.

Another creak.

Slowly, I moved to sit up, body achingly aware it was dehydrated. Mind afraid of what laid beyond my limited sight. Sight? The light was only coming from where I kept hearing the eerie creak.

"You are awake?"

I know that voice. He spoke so carefully, so tenderly it caused hot tears to form in my dry eyes. No. Why did he do this? Swallowing past the thick mucus in my mouth I could only whimper.

"It's not that I wanted to put you here," his tone was so low I strained to hear, "but you left me no choice. Nothing I Ever did mattered to you, Sarah. Nothing I did, said or wanted. Do you know how hard I tried? How I gave my heart and fucking soul to you?"

I looked up and smiled, "Nothing can go back the same. Not. . . Ever."

The open door creaked as he looked at me. "I know and that's the saddest part about putting you here. The truth is that sometimes I picture my life without you and it's beyond freedom. Beyond this love, I gave to you"

"Yes," I admitted, "I can picture it too."

He left the door open as he walked away from the dying love deep in the cellar of our life.

And on the floor, I laid... hearing the creak of an open door.

Joy M.