Through Mattheo's name, we could get ourselves a decent-looking but small apartment. Our stay would be temporary.
Throughout the summer Jalen and I exchanged constant letters, depending on them. After all, it was our only way of communication. I replied so eminently on scarps of parchment paper, a mountain of letters had piled up on my desk.
It was difficult balancing everyday activities and writing to Jalen. He seemed always to be free, and I wasn't.
But, I left my activities to write to him.
Because I loved him.
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JULY 17
Exactly three months had gone by since Jalen and I had begun dating.
No letter, no word, no communication.
Jalen was like my medication to my life, and not having that medication began tackling fatal consequences. I felt as though I was being ignored but if I thought it that way, I sensed myself as selfish.
Perhaps he was busy.
I should do something else with my life.
Just then I heard voices from a distance, they were slowly growing louder and more violent by the second. With a mixture of slight concern and intrigue, I stood up and began walking closer to inspect the voices.
It was Tom and Mattheo.
"Mattheo, I saved that money up for Serena!" Tom exclaimed. "She was already saying she didn't want second-hand used books."
Mattheo shot a glance at Tom, with a guilty bottle in his hand. "Oh, if that's the case, I'll get them from Diagon Alley next month."
Tom didn't bother responding.
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"You shouldn't be carelessly spending your money like that, Mattheo."
It wasn't a threat, it was advice.
He slowly pulled away the quill in my hand placing it back in its original place, and placed himself beside me on the tiny couch I was sitting on.
"I heard about your breakup..."
The corrupted spark in his eyes dropped, and he placed his head on my shoulder.
There was silence among our mouths.
Our lips zipped.
I wondered if Mattheo could hear the pounding heart beating powerfully in my chest. Mattheo had dated his now ex-girlfriend for a solid eight months, I could understand his pain of loss to an extent.
"You don't have to stay silent, you can talk about it," I stated, breaking the weird silence. "Bottling up your emotions isn't gonna help."
I had also said that to distract myself, from my fluttering heart. It felt like a sin.
I had shut down my feelings for Mattheo, it was forceful but it had worked.
However, nothing would ever take away from the fact he was my first love.
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"They say that love is blind..." Mattheo spoke defeated and cracked. "I wish the people we loved, were also blind."
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