Love, Hart [Discontinued]

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RUBY

I was always told to expect the best and prepare for the worst.

Though sometimes I didn't apply that into the right situations. And often I find myself hurt by what I could've prevented.

Like today. I had expected to get a "hi" or "hello" from Aspen, but it was as if that night two days ago was a weird dream of mine.

No greeting was given to me from his lips, not even a glance. Just a harsh wave of his cologne as he whisked by me without a word.

So, I guess you could say... I was a fool.

Yesterday morning I woke up in my bed not remembering falling asleep in it. I think I fell asleep at the curb last night. I remember laying my head on his shoulder, but that's about it.

I could only assume it was Aspen that took me home.

Right now I stand on a latter shoving books into place at the top of the shelf putting these stupid books in their stupid places while my stupid shorts keep on riding up and every second I have to pull them down.

This morning I was rushed out the house because I wanted to a avoid my dad, so I grabbed the nearest white tank top and Jean shorts and ran out.

My dad and I haven't spoken since he proposed the idea of talking to a therapist. I've barley seen him around the house and our house isn't very big, so I guess it's clear that we're avoiding each other.

Six months is all the time he gave me to fix my shit up and go back to normal, but it's not that easy. I lost someone dear to me and I don't expect him or my mother to understand, but I'd at least appreciate if they tried.

I heard wheels rolling below me and I looked down to see Agnes smiling sheepishly at me with a cart full of books.

The old lady was small and skinny. She always wore cargo shorts, random band t-shirts, and opened-toed shoes. She was the cutest I swear. She always takes the time to tell me about the concerts of the different bands she comes sporting on her shirt.

And believe it or not, I listen to them all. They're so interesting, they always end up in police raids or a one night stand.

Agnes had a pretty exciting and dramatic life back in the day.

My eyes squinted into a glare as I flicked them back and forth between her and the cart. She was smiling a hopeful one anticipating my answer, but we both knew I would give in.

I turned back around to the shelves and groaned resuming what I was doing, "put them beside the other boxes, Agnes."

She quickly did as I asked and voiced her thanks countless amount of times before leaving the aisle.