Coming To An End

My name is Taylor Laine Kearney. I go by Laine. I’m a hunter of the supernatural and I’m damn good at my job.

I’m about to tell you a story. I can’t tell you, whoever would be dumb enough to read this, who this story is about. If they’re reading this, they’ll know. I’ll be addressing this person as if I’m talking to them.

I’ve spent too long hung up on you and thinking about what could’ve gone differently. I could’ve been more patient. You could’ve been more attentive. But that’s you; you’re cold and focused on the job and it’s my own damn fault for thinking I could change you. I’m young and I’m naïve. I’m also a hunter, and people like us don’t have much chance for love and for someone to spend their life with. Normally, our lives are short and we end up in hell, a demon’s plaything. You and I both will end up there someday, whether it be sooner or later.

Our story begins with desperation. I was the heir to a house I didn’t want. It was cursed, and I needed the best to help me break the curse. Romantic, right? It was affecting how I slept and my mind and I needed help, as much as I hated to admit it. So, I called the best, which just so happened to be you. You came and were cracking jokes as we went inside, and I was having none of it. You didn’t listen when I told you to quit being a d*ck and so I grabbed your gun and pushed you out of the way and told you to really stop or you’d get yourself killed. Calling me a bitch, for good reason, you decided to listen to me for once.

We defeated the curse and got a motel room so I didn’t have to go back to that hellhole of a house. Your partner went out and we were left alone. I was getting out of the shower when it happened.

You cheated on your long-time girlfriend, and I was the other woman.

We both knew what we were doing. But you said yourself, you had never felt like that before about someone and we both had a hell of a good time. We were really good at sex. You know that.

We said it wouldn’t happen again. The next day, we parted ways.

Months and months upon months go by, and I don’t hear about you or your girlfriend or your partner for a long time. Until you call me up.

You need help with a case, and we happen to be headed towards the same one. We meet up and grab a motel room, this time for research.

As I’m going through the files you brought with you that you’re showing me, I find wedding plans. I still remember the sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw them. The wedding dress was beautiful, and it would look good on your bride. The veil was incredible. I never thought that you were a marriage kind of guy, but apparently this girl had changed you. Good for her.

We worked the case and went our separate ways again.

Another eternity goes by, and I hear about you again. You’re still hunting, so I assumed you had gotten married and done the whole normal family thing. Then I find out that you left your fiancé after we worked that case together.

We start working together again, and the sex is great. Our routine is simple. Wake up, morning delight, food, case, beers, sex, go to sleep. It was a good couple of months. But I’m finding that it’s not all that I’ve wanted.

I didn’t get into this job because I wanted it. You can’t expect me from going from teenager to hunter and adult in a matter of two minutes and not want my old life back. I guess I thought that I could change your mind about two hunters settling down together.

I remember one of the rare times you told me you loved me. We had gotten into an argument when I told you that I wasn’t completely happy from just hunting. You got angry and were pissed that I could even dare to express my feelings even though that was the point of our conversation. I told you after you yelled at me that you didn’t have the right to invalidate what I want and feel just because you need to be in control. You softened and tried to show me you could be ‘normal’ by taking the trash out. What a load of crap. I started crying, which was rare for me. It shows you how worked up I was. I told you that I was ready to give you all the chances in the world.

You took that for granted.

You stood me up and kissed my forehead, and told me how much you loved me. I never heard you explicitly say that ever again to me.

All I wanted was a little humanity in you after we did all of those terrible things to those people in the name of our job, which is protecting them.

We were together for a long time. But it’s time that I let you go so we stop causing pain for each other.

I know I’ve been acting like you died. But in way, you did.

Goodbye.