Nepenthe

02. The Mason Jar

"Huh?", he questioned. He was beginning to question the possibilities of what the statement could've meant. What did she want to stop?

Hmm? -

- I think we should stop now. Stop texting each other.

He blinked, tilting his head to the side blankly, not really understanding what she was trying to insinuate. Did she want a break? Even if so, what had happened? His eyebrows knit together as he glanced at his books.

Did he get lost too often in his own little world?

His fingers hovered over the keypad, and he hesitantly typed in the message.

Is it because I'm not here
more often? If so, I'll try harder... -

The guilt came crashing down as he thought about the past few days, his lack of texts, the undeniable feeling of not wanting to talk to anyone, or the fact that he had not been there whenever she needed him. She didn't deserve that. Of course, she'd need some time away to gather her thoughts.

- No, I mean, we should stop. Really, stop.

He smiled a little at that, it was a break up, alright.

Yeah, well, I expected this. I wasn't really
a great person these days, I know. -

He remembered the last time this had happened, she had initiated a serious conversation before, causing them to be apart for a while, clearing their heads off before they texted each other again a few days later. Yeah, this was the same, alright.

It happens. It's okay, it'll be okay.

Just...text me when you want, okay? -

He looked at the phone screen, scrolling up to look at their previous messages, which were from a few days before, and he noticed the way he had been replying back with just one or two words, not more. The thread came to an end as another message appeared, causing him to raise a brow.

- That's the point, I don't think
  I'll text back. This is it.

His heart sank an inch.

He felt the cold blue air that took over the room, he felt his stomach drop. He began to feel a little sick, panic kicking in slow, but...he couldn't just run away from this. He had to stay. There was no other right choice at this moment.

Why? -

Maybe he could still fix it. Right?
Yes, he had been unsupportive lately, but surely that couldn't be the reason of such a permanent closure.......could it?

- I think I like someone else.

He groaned, as if the words physically hit him and he put the phone down, letting the words sink in. For a flash of a second, he gave into the feeling of betrayal, but he shook his head just as quickly.

He didn't believe it, not one bit of it. His heart just didn't agree. He had trust in her, too much of it, and it just told him that she wouldn't just randomly pick someone else so fast--

Who is it? -

- Just, someone.

He felt his stomach settle down a little and rolled his eyes at the response. He knew her, alright. He knew better than to believe what she had just said, yet he played along to see how long she could lie about this.

Who is it? Tell me. -

He waited for a minute, and another as he thought about her, about her fingers resting across her chin as she thought of what to reply next. He knew she was lying; she had to be but that couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling still hovering around the conversation.