Cassidy POV
It's been a year and a half and I still haven't seen him. It may seem overdramatic but he's all I can think about.
God I miss him.
Ever since he left people had just kinda assumed that I'm single.
I mean, we didn't really establish properly what our relationship would be after he left so I just tell people "It's complicated" Or I just tell them that I'm taken.
The thing is, I've been trying to text him but my messages don't deliver so I assume he changed his number.
I just don't understand. If he changed his number why wouldn't he call or text?
I guess the whole relationship didn't really mean much to him, or maybe I did something to upset him.
I don't know, and to be honest I'm tired of caring, I need to get over him eventually.
I was deep in thought when my father turned to me, "Still thinking about him?" He sighed.
"Uhm.. yeah." I replied. "You know Cass, it's been a year and half. I know losing somebody you love is hard but you need to get over him already."
I sighed heavily before nodding at him and leaving to my room.
Whilst he was off doing great things somewhere else, I was working in some lousy bar.
I often think to myself, "Where did it all go wrong?" But I can never seem to come up with an answer other than "I don't know."
I don't know anything.
Maybe I should've just told him I didn't want to lose him, he would've understood.. right?
After a few hours of kind of just sitting in my room, alone, I decided I wanted to get over him.
I shouldn't be putting all this extra on myself over someone who probably doesn't even remember I exist.
I had work in about an hour so I decided that was how I was going to get over him, I was going to find somebody else.
I mean, a bar would be the perfect place for that right?
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I was just doing my usual thing, boredly making drinks for already drunk 40 year old men, when somebody caught my eye.
It was a man, he had light brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
He walked up to the bar and greeted me. "Hello." He said politely with a smile on his face. I greeted him back and asked what drink he'd like.
He ordered and I decided I was going to make a move. I didn't really know how because the last person I dated was in highschool (Hanzo).
And I think that dating in the adult world is a lot different than dating as teenagers.
I figured I was just go simple and slip a piece of paper under the glass with my number on it. I didn't know whether he was gay or not but decided to just give it a try.
I wrote my number down and held it in my hand against the glass, I handed it to him and said, "Enjoy."
He thanked me and went to sit down.
I watched him from across the bar and saw he went to go sit down next to this other man.
This is where I realised I fucked up, he sat down and kissed him.
Ugh, this is so embarrassing. Obviously he had to be taken!
Why was dating so hard?
I leaned my elbow on the bar and sighed heavily. My first attempt at getting over Hanzo and I've already failed.
I just continued the rest of my shift normally. I said goodbye to all my coworkers and left to my car.
I drove home and made it for about 23:48 (11:48pm).
Everybody was already asleep so I just went up to the bathroom to do the basics: Brush my teeth & wash my face.
I eventually got into bed but couldn't really sleep. That's when I got a text from one of my coworkers, Kia.
"Hey Cassidy." I didn't really talk to her at work, not in a not friends way as in I didn't really see her.
"Hi, what's up?" I replied, trying to seem friendly.
"So, everyone else told me to text you theres gonna be a party on Friday at {} club and we were wondering if you wanted to come!"
I thought for a second before answering her, "Uh sure, what time?"
"It'll start at 20:00 (8pm) and the club closes at 3am." That's pretty late but I guess it didn't really matter since the bar is closed on Fridays and I don't work on the weekends.
I agreed and thanked her for letting me know.
After an hour or so I finally decided it was time for me to go to sleep. I turned my phone off and put it on charge before drifting off.
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