Unbreakable Love

Frozen In Time

Jayden's POV

"Are you sure you're okay? I'm here to listen." Liam says sitting next to me on the couch, gently caressing my shoulder. "Yeah... I'm ok." I say. I couldn't live in that house for another second. I'll just be reliving that awful, surreal memory. "I just- I can't believe this is happening..." I say. My back leaning against the couch, arched carelessly. I have hundreds of dried-up tears all over my face. It's a constant battle between myself to hold back the thousands of remaining tears to leak from my eyes. My whole body is weak and droopy. I don't care. I still can't process the fact that he broke up with me, as if it was nothing. A couple of minutes after he broke up with me I tried to move past it but it was impossible. Staying in that house drove me crazy. I packed my bags, took my money, my phone, clothes, that stupid teddy bear he gave me last Christmas, my toothbrush, toothpaste, and left before he came back.

I didn't bother saying goodbye to anything. My room was a mess anyway, that mirror next to my closet was always dusty, the window shades never opened properly without it collapsing, not to mention the creaky wooden floors. The house was a work in progress... or maybe I just chose the worst room as my bedroom. I never had a chance to really explore the whole house so I wouldn't know. That's old news though. Liam has treated me so kindly. He gave me anything I asked for, even if it was just my phone that was laying on the other side of the couch I was on. His dog Oreo really enjoys me. He's some sort of mountain dog. I've never had a dog, or any pet for that matter, so living with Oreo gives me a sense of how it feels. I've enjoyed for the most part. He always comes running and wagging his tail whenever I call his name.

I just haven't properly processed the fact that we actually broke up. Still being denial about this whole thing. Foolishly wishing I would wake up from this nightmare that is my reality. Liam has been a great friend in trying to comfort me but he always tries to make me express my emotions. He always asks me how I'm doing about the whole break up, or 'I'm hear to talk about it if you feel like'. The thing is I don't want to talk about it, like ever. I just wanna forget this whole thing. I guess it's kinda selfish for me to say that, since I was dating someone I truly was in love with. I've never dated anyone besides him before so I guess it was silly of me to think it was true love. It was probably the rush of being in love that blinded me from knowing the difference between finding the one, and some guy you had a crush on since you were in high school. But how can dating your high school crush turns out to be the best seven months of your life? It wasn't just the flirting and the sex that made it the best. It was all the ups and downs, all the twists and turns, all the sentimental moments that made it become so magical. Knowing that I did it all with him by my side makes me wanna risk it again with him.

The sounds of paper ripping awakened me from my thoughts. I see Liam ripping all the paintings he has on his wall. These paintings weren't on canvas or any fancy frame, they were just on simple ordinary printer paper. With a singular piece of tape on the top of them. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Doing what I should've done earlier. Taking these paintings down. They make my house look unwelcoming. Greeted by a bunch of poorly painted drawings covering the living room walls isn't so pleasing I suppose. I've been trying to create a landscape that I dreamt of  the other night. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen that I had to draw it out while it was still vivid in my mind. None of these paintings look anything like I dreamt. I've given up now." He says. He rips the last one off the walls and crumbles them up to a thick paper ball. "I like em" I say. He only smiles before taking them to the kitchen to throw it away. Liam has always been the artist. Ever since elementary school. He'd always get so excited when our teacher let us paint. I must say even when he was a kid he always use to be so good at it. He drew animals, building, portraits, you name it, he drew it. He also use to throw a huge tantrum whenever he didn't like one of his drawings. Causing the teacher to take him outside so he could take a few breathers. I guess that hasn't changed. He didn't throw a tantrum but just by the look of his face you can tell he seems pissed off.