I really should've seen the signs. Fuck it, I did see the signs. You'd bow out of dates, hang out with her while I was alone. And when we finally called it off after so long of pretending, pretending to still be in love with you? You ran straight into her arms.
And just friends, you said. Posting pictures of you two sharing ice cream, laughing, smiling together, that's not exactly a message you'd want to send to your girlfriend. And now I see you around town together, hands entwined, your jacket on her shoulders.
If you were actually faithful, not even just physically, but mentally as well, how on earth could you fall in love with her so quickly? Why did you lead me on, wait until we were in too deep, I was in too deep, to leave? It's ridiculous, really. The number of times I tried to protest how much time you spent with her, I knew I sounded jealous and clingy, and you'd tell me to stop being paranoid.
What was I mean to do? Selfies with your heads touching, going to the goddamn movies together, just the two of you? What was I meant to think?
God, I just wish you'd thought this through. How we'd end up, how damaged I'd end up, the consequences of our feeble relationship. And now I'm lying in my bed, crying over you, while you sleep with her in yours. I hope you're happy, I really do, but don't you dare forget about the way you hurt me. The way you betrayed me.
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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...
