Stories

An almost banal, overly sentimental situation.
A man and a woman in a relationship (for this instance I'll use the "terms" man and woman only out of convenience, since they were not ready to accept these roles and play them properly or with dignity of adults.) They have everything to be happy, from outside it looks like a perfect idyll, and yet the relationship is as dysfunctional as it can be- at least on of them, the woman, knows that they are not happy, that she is not happy despite the man's constant denial of the fact or rather his inability to notice what should be apparent to the eye of an insider. Perhaps he IS happy after all, at least during the moments when everything's quiet and things are going seemingly well. He is happy because she's there, with him, he couldn't have possible asked for more, and yet what troubles her is the awareness, the knowledge of the fact that his happiness is because of her, by the mere fact of her existence, and her proximity to him. This makes her extremely uncomfortable and restless, she realizes she does not want the responsibility of being the sole provider of someone's happiness. Even if this someone is the man she loves more than anything in the world. Here is where the discrepancy lies. He's content, does not want anything else, she's trapped, feels burdened with the responsibility of being the reason of happiness she knows she cannot bear it anymore, especially when she knows that she no longer has or wishes to be giving anything any longer. One day she leaves.

He's devastated. He's lost, hurt and unhappy. One moment he has what seemed to be perfect happiness, the next moment everything is gone and the world he thought he knew is no longer the same... He doesn't fully comprehend the fact, only notices the emptiness of the rooms and the cold spot in bed. She's gone, miles away, and for the first time in a long while she realizes that she can breathe freely. She's happy.

Another story

A man and a woman, apart. Separated because of the will of the woman, in the most painful manner ever possible to imagine. She runs away to a place where he won't be able to reach her- halfway across the world, and only when she knows she's beyond his reach, she finds herself finally at peace with herself and happy. She's like to shove this happiness to his face, for he was the one to accuse her constantly for not wanting to be happy... "You just like being unhappy. That's the only way you know how to be..." A statement that's been haunting her for as long as she could remember, and perhaps her departure was partly because of this, and out of spite to prove him wrong, that no, she can be perfectly happy and content, that it IS possible to be ultimately happy, and that her source of happiness does not come from the outside, but lies within her.