Linda's POV
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This can't be it. I-....I can't lose her.
My lungs feel ripped out, my heart twisted into mush. The humid air leaves my body shivering in a vanquished pile on the even more bitter floor. The front door had slammed and sounded through the rest of the apartment, my raven flying off without me.
"Linda, what happened?" Three figures stood before me, the one with reddish-brown hair kneeling in front of me and wiping one of my tears to the side.
"L-Leave me alone." I get up and walk out of the room and walk into our bathroom.
"Lin'-"
"Go away!" Is all that comes to my mind to say to the people who brought me to my former partner in the first place. Resentment had filled my head and the only way to release the pressure was to blast the door into the latch.
"Linda I only want to help you with whatever happened." John's tone felt so soft.
"I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF!"
Silence reigned throughout the flat after my outburst, with some whispering proceeded far from where my hearing could stretch.
"I'll be at the pub if you need me." I felt guilty hearing the sorrow in his voice.
How could I be such a shitty friend? Was I wrong to push him away? All of my life had come crashing down on me like bricks, twisting as vines around me to tie me down to a chair of suffering.
God why am I so stupid?!
I bashed my head against the wall out of frustration.
"I need to find John." I mumble to myself and get up to check my face in the mirror. My face is red from all the crying and my hair looks okay since I had clipped it back. My hand holds onto the cold metal knob for a minute as I have to process everything that's happened in the past hour. I went from coming home to my girlfriend surprising me with her arrival, to breaking up with her and unnecessarily screaming and shouting at one of my best friends.
I walk out to find George and Klaus still standing there making light conversation, both resembling tired parents with their school age kids. They both gave me looks of sympathy and when I tried pushing past them George latched around my wrist.
"Let me go." I order sternly.
"Linda, no. John needs time to get it out of his system and you need to get everything in line." George tried telling me even if I didn't want to listen.
"I know what I'm saying to him. I need to apologize." I forced a tough grip on his hand and slapped it against his side, giving him a huffed sigh.
"But what are you going to say to Mary?" That German accent laid on the hands that retained my shoulders.
Mary. Klaus had been right. What *was* I going to say to her? What was there to say? I want her back. I need her with me.
"I.....haven't thought about it." All I could do was stand there.
"Think about what you want, what you wanted out of this relationship in the end." His calm energy centers me for a while as I sit on the couch and ponder the assignment. What she had said earlier kept running through my head, the feeling of her hands running down my hips.
My family is back in New York. But I would be leaving the greatest friends I've made behind to go back to a life that I've gotten the most I could out of it. I have a secure job now, and I have a green card until my citizenship is finalized. But if I let it all go....I'll have her again. Rent is also crazy expensive. She would be safer with me around. I could live out in the country with grass and horses.
