PLAY THE PART | mileven

seven

she didn't reach out to mike and neither did he reach out to her.

when she woke up the next day, she looked at her phone to check if there was a message from him — there wasn't.

the furious way he left last night was unsettling her. not only did will stupidly push his buttons but they were already walking on wary ground before that.

there was tension around them by having their friends bonding close — which they still hadn't talked about since max's kitchen — and now it felt like there was an entire rift between them.

how the hell are they supposed to act in love for all these months if there seems to be something that constantly puts them off?

it was early in the morning and here she was; having an internal monologue over how shitty everything has been going lately.

fuck, will she ever even have mornings where she enthusiastically gets out of the bed anymore?

ever since her break-up, she starts dreading leaving her room and facing other people — it wasn't because she was too "broken" to live her life —she felt betrayed by what happened, not damaged— it was the fake act of happiness that was exhausting her.

the fake facade of being happy and okay in order to not let others worry or think she'd never move on was absolutely tiring.

with a sigh, she put her phone back on the nightstand and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms. as she kept her pressed heels on her lids, colorful shapes were forming in the darkness; for a moment she fled into the merging and moving shapes.

it took all of her willpower to push the quilt off of her body and get up. once she was facing her mirror, she noticed how terrible she looked. her bangs were sticking in all possible directions, her eyebags were dark and far too visible, her skin was utterly pale.

she looked away from her reflection with a crease between her eyebrows and turned towards her closet. her eyes leisurely glided over her clothes before she settled for something to wear and took it out.

even though it required a lot more energy than she wanted to give in that moment, she put some light make-up on, fixed her hair and turned to watch her own reflection again.

a lot better than before.

the corner of her lips tugged up in a stupid attempt to even fool herself with all the facade.

after being done and ready, she walked down the stairs to leave the house. but as she was reaching the last steps of the stairs, the scent of delicious breakfast getting cooked in the kitchen hit her nostrils. her stomach grumbled in an instant.

"hey, i made us some french toast." will called out when she was in eyesight.

"i'm not hungry." she lied because the anger she felt over the stunt he pulled yesterday was still far too fresh.

"el—" before even giving him a chance to say anything else, she rushed out of the house and walked towards her car. well, technically, it's their shared car but fuck him. if he wants to go somewhere today he can use public transport.

the ride to the campus went by painfully silent in her own presence. it was the sound of her growling stomach that broke it once in a while.

alright, perhaps she was a little too stubborn. maybe she should've eaten the breakfast he made but give him the silent treatment at the same time — she still would've gotten her point across.

after a twenty minutes drive to the campus, she parked her car and lingered on the seat for a while.

"fuck my life." she groaned and let her head fell back against the headrest. she closed her eyes for a couple more seconds before gathering her strength to get out of the vehicle.