11:11 \\ mgc [completed]

05:00

["not even the gods above, can separate the two of us" - you and i, one direction]

It was weird how time went by so fast. Less than 20 hours ago, you said you wanted to break up with me. I'd seen many movies, and the girl usually ended up crying all day and eating ice cream out of a huge tub.

Yet here I was, my head buried in my palms, sitting in a fucking jail. Breakups weren't supposed to be smooth, but they weren't supposed to be so damn bumpy either.

I didn't understand what was going on, because one day you were all butterflies and smiles and the next day you were sitting in a stone cell, your knees pulled up to your chest and your eyes staring off into space.

I wished you'd cry, smile, frown, anything. You looked so lifeless, so dead, like a body in a coma. You knew it was there, you could see
it was there, but there was actually no sign of a soul inside of it.

The broke smile you gave me an hour ago was the only indication of any emotion inside you anymore, but I wanted more. I needed more.

I sighed, the only thing I was capable of at that moment, and brought up my phone to my face. I switched it on, only to see that it would soon die. A sign told me that I had several missed calls, six of them from your friends.

Before my phone could completely shut off, I clicked on your friend's number and pressed my phone against my ear.

He picked up on the first ring

"Where are you? I've been worried sick!" He exclaimed, his high pitched voice carrying straight through the virtual barriers.

"Because of me or your friend?" I said, my voice nasally and cold.

He sighed, and I could almost picture him running his hands through his long hair.

"Don't be like that. I know what a dick he's been to you. How are you holding up?"

"Oh, you know, life's just great. All sunny and fucking rainbows."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"The only reason he broke up with you, is in jail right now, is you."

"Wow, thanks," I said, not understanding how that was supposed to make me feel better, "that's the only thing I needed to hear right now."

"No, hey- fuck, I didn't mean it like that!"

"There's only so many ways you can interpret a sentence, you know."

I hung up before he could reply.

You were staring at me.

qotd: what's your fav word?
aotd: firmament