"Sophie, I'm so sorry. That must've been so hard for you, you and Brayden were such a good couple." Leah said to me, yet I didn't really process it as a speech for me—more so for boy crazy Sophie.
"Shh!" Madison nudged Leah. "Don't talk about Brayden right now. We don't like him." Who is this Brayden that they kept on mentioning?Even though we dated for eight months, I truly just perceived him as a stranger. However, there was one thing I knew about Brayden Sebastian Laurence from our eight months of dating: he was a romantic. He believed in the sole belief that soulmates were the route of this world; that everyone was connected to someone through an invisible red string that was tied to their pinky finger. He believed that love led individuals through life and it was the only thing that hadn't brought humanity to catastrophe. Quite outdated and drastic beliefs if you ask me.
I personally could not understand him on any emotional, factual, or physical level. Like I stated previously, I had dated him only because of societal pressure. But of all people to choose for my charade, I could've at least picked someone who even slightly understood my way of living.
"Sophie?" I heard Leah's voice inquire. I looked up to see my two friends staring at me in worry.
"What?"
"You weren't answering and zoned out. Are you okay?" Am I?
"Sorry, I'm fine," I smiled, though I could tell it hadn't reached my eyes. "I need to get to class, I'll talk to you guys at lunch, okay?" I said, but I wasn't going to stick around till lunch. I'm not sure why, but my unsteadiness and anxiousness had raised quite severely, and when I'm unsteady and anxious, I puke out my entire breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It's quite inconvenient, really.So I ran home. I pulled open the cold, metal handle on my front door and chanted in my head Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom. And upon reaching the bathroom, all my meals went down the toilet. Brayden Sebastian Laurence, could even you still love me if you saw me like this?
I knew Brayden Sebastian Laurence still loved me when he broke up with me, and that's exactly why it happened: he knew I didn't love him. He saw me a lot more than anybody else did peculiarly. But could he still see me even when I ran home to throw up from anxiousness? Even I think that the romantic, Brayden Sebastian Laurence, couldn't. See me puke. See me scratch and pull at my head till my hair starts to fall out. See me kill myself slowly and slowly. See me repeat this over and over again. Could you love me? Could I still be your Sophie Laurence? Even I don't think so, Brayden Sebastian Laurence.
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Juliet, no Romeo.
RomanceFucking Sophie, that's me: I'm a sociopath, a self-sabotaging crybaby, and a soul-sucking monster. I don't believe in love, I don't believe in reality, I don't believe in myself, and I most certainly don't believe in other people-what's there to bel...