[ WP ] `` I do n't sleep . '' He/She said .

`` Do you have any idea what you have done to me?'' She asked quitely. 
 My hand let go of the door knob and I turned around. She was n't the same woman I had fallen in love with anymore, but even though people change, we still see them the way they used to be. As if my feelings for her had developed an independent existence and indulged in nostalgia, when I looked at her, although she looked grown old and sad now, her former pulsating and captivating spirit was still present with me. 
 
 `` I can only imagine.'' I said. Her dark eyes were watery, and I longed for taking two steps back to her, putting my arm around her, kissing her, loving her... 
 After all, she had been my everything once. 
 My *rose*. 
 `` I do n't sleep.'' She said. `` I do n't sleep, Antoine, and it's your fault.'' She looked accusing now, and I knew she was right to do that. But she was n't innocent either, and I was about to leave her, without coming back this time, so I should n't give in now. 
 `` If the insomnia of a musician allows him to create beautiful pieces, it is a beautiful insomnia. It's the hard times of our lives that inspire the most profound artwork.'' I said. `` You used to tell me that your life is your canvas.'' 
 She snorted. 
 `` I wo n't pity you.'' I was surprised at how authentic this sounded. My wife got an angry glint in the eye, and I knew she would persuade me to stay if I did n't finally leave now. 
 `` You are a horrible woman. You're manipulative, and if I stayed, you'd become my downfall. You've cheated on me, and I've cheated on you, we ca n't make this right. We've tried over and over again, but it's not meant to be. We're not meant to be. I wish you well, Consuelo.'' 
 I turned around and walked through the door, not knowing yet that this farewell would inspire me to write the story that made me immortal: about a little prince having left the love of *his* life, wandering the planets, wondering what could have been.
