the buzzer rang as i got out of the shower. it stops for a second before starting to buzz again. " coming ", i say pulling on a hoodie to cover my half naked body. i glance at the clock noticing the hands almost at 11pm. who would even be coming to see her at this time ?
" yea- ", i stop halfway looking up to see the figure i didn't expect to see here, at this time. " oh um come in ", i side stepped letting her in. she stood in the hallway staring at the pictures hung in silver frames like she hadn't seen them before. i hesitate, not knowing what to say.
it had been a few weeks since the breakup and we haven't talked to each other since, i'm surprised she simmered down quick and came here. " uh i wanted to come take my stuff ". right, of course that would be it. to remove any trace of her that was here. " sure i'll go get a box ? ", i walk towards the kitchen as she follows behind slowly.
handing her the box i give her a small smile, locking eyes in hopes to see some kind of guilt, the conscience in her that made her come all the way here to make up. she glances at the cups on the counter, i assume she noticed our cup but didn't say a word.
our cup, memories of us making it springs up in my mind every time i look at it. i hear her take in a sharp breath. " you still have the cup ", it comes out as a statement. i avert my eyes back to the cup. " yeah ".
" it's so pretty look ! ", i showed her the cup as i watched the gleam in her eyes appear once more. she brings it up her lips and kisses the rim of it, leaving her pink lipstick stained on it. " now whenever you drink you're kissing me ", she laughs, a pretty smile on her face and i treasured that cup, filled it with all types of drinks and kissed her pink lips.
then all this happened and now the cup sits there as a reminder of what we had and lost. i don't know what went wrong, it was all because of that party where we got drunk and things escalated fast. now i watch her slowly put her things into the box. i want to stop her from leaving and kiss those lips again. tears build up again pulling at my heart, urging me to do it.
" don't go ", i choke out. " we can make this right, please ". she looks up at me and i wonder if she had been thinking of it as well. a sad smile makes an appearance instead. " i'm sorry, i can't ". she says shaking her head. " there's nothing to fix between us ".
" was it my fault ? maybe i can do something ". she keeps shaking her head as tears start to fall onto my cheeks. i thought i was fine, got over her but the moment she stood at the door i knew i wasn't. " every time something goes wrong you think it's your fault and try to fix whatever this is ", her hand moves between us. " why can't you think that maybe it's my fault ? stop trying to put it all on yourself ". she gets up carrying her box towards the door.
she looks at me holding the door, her eyes filled with what i could only register as sympathy. " you can't fix everything in life. break the cup, please ".
JAY'S NOTES 💭
this chapter is literally the longest in this book what
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POT OF POTION
De Todo꒰ 📑 ꒱ ·˚ ༘ i was in love with the person, i made with my potion.
