When we were lovers

The day I meet you. (POV: jade)

My mom had just told me to take out the trash and you had just moved in across the street. I could tell you looked about my age and that you had issues of your own. I saw you glance over once while I was throwing away the trash. You were mouthing something to the mover but I didn't know what you were saying. Then I saw your eyes moving to meet mine and I looked away as fast as possible, and ran inside. The next day I saw you walk past my house, you reached into your pocket for something but I couldn't tell what it was you were trying to grab. Mom had just called to go down and eat breakfast. But I couldn't eat. Not after losing my best friend. Not right now. I can't eat. I don't think I could ever eat again. I looked up to him. I didn't know all the issues that were going on with him, how could I even know. He never opened up about it. He never talked about it. There were no signs. Why did he decide he could die. Why did he choose now of all time to die! WHY DID HE LEAVE ME ALONE! why did he leave me here all alone... he died not long ago. Only 2 weeks since they put him in the ground. Only 2 weeks. It feels like yesterday when I told him goodbye and have fun. Now I can never see him again. People keep saying he died by pills but I know it's not true. He hated pills. I rush down stairs and tell mom that I am not hungry. She argues with me and tells me to eat but I still refuse. I don't think she ever even liked my brother. Even though he was the best and brightest of the family. I know she cared but I don't think she cared enough. The time passes by so slow it feels like I am a snail. I grab my things and head out for work. I hop in my car and head out noticing the boy that just moved in. He had something on his face that I couldn't tell this far away. I kept moving hoping he wouldn't notice me. I pull out of the neighborhood and head down the road to work. When I get there John kept hitting on me like usual, like nothing ever happened. John was friends with my brother Owen. John wishes he could be with me but I hate him. He was the one that always put things in my brothers head. Always tells him that it's ok. And it's not. After a few hours of torture at work I head home. I put my stuff down on my dest and sit on my bed thinking what my brother would be doing right now. What would he say to me right now. I lay back on my bed grabbing a blanket and rapping up in it. I cry for what feels like eternity. I am all alone. And no one really knows me. I get up and start getting ready for bed. I can't bring myself just yet to take a shower, I might just do it in the morning. If my brother was here would he be proud of me? 

The next morning:

I get up remembering that I have to get ready. All over again. Why? Why do I choose to keep going. Sometimes I just want to run away and hid somewhere. Somewhere no one can find me. After taking my shower I blow dry my hair. Puffy, as always. I keep going through my routine but I find my self stopping. Pausing to look outside. Hoping to see the new face. But I don't. I get into my car, hoping one last time to see him before I leave. There is just something about him that makes me... interested in knowing him.