Sooooooo...
My brain seems to be stuck on angst.
Woo hoo, right?
Anyway, here's a little background for this story:
South has been in New York for six months, returning for a few weeks for break. During that time, our lovely couple has drifted apart bit by bit.
Enjoy!!!
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South POV
"I'm back in town for the weekend, wanna hang out?"
The text glared up at me, unsent. I wanted to convince my fingers to move down to press that innocent little green send button, but they refused to bend to my will. I wanted to see Leyla again, but I had been gone for six months already. She surely had moved on.
But we hadn't broken up, not technically. Her texts had become less and less frequent, and my responses shorter, and I knew we were drifting apart. A long-distance high school relationship could only last so long.
But still, I wanted to talk to her. See her green eyes and kind smile, the way her whole face seemed to light up when she laughed.
So, my finger finally listened to the transmissions coming from my brain and tapped the "send" button.
Panic burned through my entire body, the typical reaction that I had after texting a pretty girl something risky. My whole being buzzed with adrenaline as the text turned blue, proof that I really did send it.
"Holy cranberries, what did I just do?" I muttered, unable to bring my gaze away from my phone. I watched as the small word "sent" under my message switched to reading "read at 9:03 am".
Three dots appeared. My gut tensed.
"Of course! Want to meet at the park?"
I smiled, texting back. "Sure thing. Does noon work for you?"
She responded in seconds. "Yup! See you then."
I shut off my phone, then relaxed onto my bed. In three hours, I would see Leyla. In three hours-
A buzz resonated from my phone. I picked it up, expecting the name to be "Leyla", but instead it said "Jill".
"Hey South! Thinking of you❤️ "
Jill.
Perhaps seeing Leyla again would clear some things up- including what I should do about my feelings for Jill.
My mind warred against itself- Leyla's clumsy, silly, cuteness and the way she could beat you up in a flash versus Jill's graceful, sweet beauty and the way she seemed to float on air.
I needed closure. I needed to know who I needed more- Leyla or Jill. And it killed me to have to make that decision.
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I tucked my phone into my pocket as I approached the bench where I had sat with Leyla that day so long ago. Memories washed over me, and I immediately had the song I had sung to her that day stuck in my head.
I sighed.
A girl sat at the bench, her brownish-blonde hair waving in the breeze. She was staring at a tree in the distance, hands crossed in her lap.
I slipped in next to her, but she didn't look at me.
"Hey, Leyla."
She looked down at her hands. "Hi."
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