Breaking the story

To eat or not to eat?

Grace sneered at me, her tartan skirt clashing horribly with her hair. Whatever writer organised that get up should've been sacked. We were standing in the hotel lobby, the scent of peaches hanging heavily in the air. Elijah's jaw was clenched, his blinding white smile hidden from view thankfully.

"He's not interested in you," Grace spat at me. Fake Beatrice's lip began trembling and I felt her agony tear through me. Ouch. What was with all this pain recently?! Elijah lifted his hand, as if to touch me. Then he thought better of it.

"Is this true?" I asked pitifully.

"I...yeah. Yeah. It's true." Elijah threw an angry glance at Grace. "But it's not what you think! It's..."

"What is it, then?"

"It's... I can't explain."

Fake Beatrice shuddered and I found myself getting angry. Did this story have to be so cruel? I mean, don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. But it wasn't easy distracting myself from the agony.

"Get over it, Bea. I liked him first anyway. You were just a distraction." Grace flounced away and Elijah gave me one last desperate look before following her. I really hoped our 'romance' would never be resurrected. But this story loved to screw with me.

Jenny rushed over to me, her hands fluttering uselessly at her sides. A dark shadowy mass was surrounding me, as if I was the Grim Reaper or something.

"I'm so sorry, Bea," Jenny said and a radiant light emanated from her. Was she the angel Gabriel?

"I-I..." I could feel snot dripping from my nose. How attractive.

"He's such a jerk! They all are," she said, throwing a look into the distance. Thanks Jenny, because everything has to be about you and annoying Lucas.

I turned and ran away from the lobby dramatically, snot and tears smeared all over my face.

And...then the scene ended.

"Ew!" I shouted, stopping and wiping the mess from my face. This had been a nice top! Now the pink fabric was all damp and gross.

"I'm so sorry, Bea," Jenny said vacantly. Her glow had vanished.

"Yeah, yeah. What a tragedy. Not. Now I won't have Elijah drooling all over me. I wonder what's for lunch?"

I sniffed the air and Jenny gave me a look that said she-must-be-crazy. She tried to comfort me again with some sort of awkward hug but I sidestepped it. Other people noticed my weird sniffing as I went outside properly. The clouds were low and hazy, as if it was about to rain. I was sure burgers were afoot and I needed those buns.

To my absolute horror, Elijah was standing shamefaced at a table covered in burgers. His melon arms were listless and I couldn't believe he was wasting valuable time to mope and not eat.

To eat or not to eat? The million dollar question. On one hand, burgers. On the other hand...a depressed robot ex standing by said burgers.

But I had to take what I could get in this world. Burgers it was.

I approached the table cautiously, as one would if they were getting near a sleeping lion. He was still looking down. Good! Now to edge to the right...my hand was reaching out, brushing the soft bread covered in seeds...the fried onions were just beside it ready to be put on...and nearly there...

"I really want to explain!" He shouted, pouncing on my outstretched arm. No! All was lost.

"Gah!" I screamed, leaping backwards. "Don't do that!"