I'd met her in the arcade, she'd let me ahead in the line for this new VR game. It doesn't matter now. The arcade closed down after a couple of rough years, and she left me for some guy out in Colorado.
Ironically, we were trying out this new arcade that'd just opened, and that's when she dropped the bombshell. Artistic differences, it wasn't me it was her, all that bullshit. But I walked home, heartbroken. I had no idea who I was without her, and what's worse is that I still love her, even now.
Every time we would fight, I could feel her getting more and more distant. When we'd go to our small anniversaries, like three months together, she'd play the games she was worst at until we both ran out of quarters, and then I'd pay for dinner since she was so upset.
But I wanted to make things work so badly, I just wanted her to be happy.
When she'd said that she loved me about five months in, I said it back. And even the day before she broke up with me, she'd said that she loved me. I mean, I'd seen the writing on the wall, though. I just didn't want to acknowledge it, since that would be like admitting it was real.
Sitting here, in this stupid abandoned arcade where we met, it just makes me feel so... useless. And if she calls me one day, saying she regrets everything and misses me and wants me back, I'll just have to say that I'm not going to play her games. I don't need to hop back on that emotional rollercoaster.
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Sing To Me Instead
Short StoryA collection of thirty shorts - my NaNoWriMo project for 2021. All of these are based off of songs that I really love, so give them a listen while you read. There will be angst, awkwardness, and hopefully funny and cute scenes. There will also be...
