The Way He Looked At Her

Emma.

  I looked at the ceiling wanting to just stay there and never leave this room. It has been a very hard day. I know it sounds stupid to say this but my so called now ex boyfriend broke up with me today. I thought we had something but I guess not. 

  I just want to lay here. But then my Mom comes threw the door. "Em, come down stairs and help me with the dishes. " I look up at her and go down stairs with her.

    I go do the dishes and head to the shower. When I got done and put on a white tank top and grey shorts on to go to bed in. When I finally got done getting ready to go to sleep. I lay in my bed and cover myself in the white sheets. 

  I look up at the wall which was covered in light blue paint. I look around my room and lift myself up to see if I could get a little snack before I go to bed. I go down the white stairs and see my Mom watching TV in the living room in the house. It was just my Mom and I that live in this house.

   Because my Dad died when I was in a young age. I don't really remember him. I know I should but I was to young to remember. She just looked at me for a moment then started to watch TV again I went and grabbed a pop tart and went back in my room and went in the covers I breathe in and out of frustration. 

  Because I really love my ex. His name is Jax. I grew up with him. His and my family were not so close. 

  We saw each other everyday. I really miss him. I closed my eyes hoping for a better day tomorrow. Wishing things could be better,