One Kiss Later

16

I gave him one whole month.

A month that I waited on him to text me with a long apology or even just a message asking if we could talk.

Nothing happened. 

Every day it felt like I was going through the motions just waiting for him to text me. I don't know if he learned my routine, but I hadn't seen him once when I walked to class.

To be honest, I was just ready for this year to be over with.

Instead of going out, I would go home on the weekends. Sure, I got to see my younger siblings which was fun. I just went there, because it meant I wouldn't run into him on the elevator or in the parking lot.

I think my mom was starting to catch on.

She was a very intuitive person.

"Not going out tonight?" she asked me.

I was sitting at the island eating my favorite snack, strawberries and whipped cream.

I shook my head. "I need to start studying for finals. I came here for fewer distractions."

She just gave me a look. "Well, both of your siblings are at sleepovers and your dad and I are going out with friends. Don't forget to set the alarm system."

We literally lived in a gated neighborhood.

Most parents were happy when their children came home, but it was like she wanted me out of the house.

"I will." I assured her.

My mom kissed me on the cheek. "Good luck studying. I'm sure that you'll do fine on your finals."

"Thank you." I sighed.

I just stared out the window.

At least I could blare my sad music with no shame.

"Ready For Love" by India Arie was a good place to start.

Too bad love wasn't ready for me.

Maybe, right person, wrong time was a real thing.

He felt so right for me.

All of the tarot card readings on my TikTok FYP didn't help.

I didn't know at what point being hopeful and convincing myself that he would come back would do more damage than good.

Being in this situation was no fun.

It really put me in a weird mood all the time.

I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad. I think it was a feeling of being tired and stuck.

Truthfully, I did manage to take my mind off of him for two whole hours. I made study guides for my finals, took a shower, and watched a couple of episodes of some random Netflix show while I scrolled through my phone.

When I heard my parents' car pull in, I went upstairs to my room. It wasn't that I hated their presence, I just didn't feel like being bothered.

My door crept open and my dad flicked on my ceiling light.

"I thought you were supposed to be studying." he chuckled.

I put down my phone. "I finished for the night."

"Mom and I brought you back some focaccia bread, rigatoni, and creme brulee. It's in the refrigerator." he announced.

I gave him a small smile. "Thank you, I'll eat it later."

My mood was too off to eat right now.

"Alright, it'll be waiting for you." he assured me before he closed the door.