Pain of Love - Tom Kaulitz

Enough Is Enough

It's been around two weeks since last Saturday's race.

The past few days have been relatively moderate, consisting of developing a routine between work and home.

And instead of confronting Ashton like I repeatedly said I would, I've found myself subconsciously giving him the cold shoulder as a substitute.

Initially I'd told myself that I was merely waiting for the correct moment to pull him up on the matter. However, I realise now that I'm just stalling.

Perhaps it's due to my sheer hatred for confrontation, or perhaps it's because I know I won't be able to bear the truth. Whatever it may entail has been gnawing at my insides like some sort of rabid animal. I don't know what will be worse, this continuous apprehension or the reality of something I so desperately don't want to be true.

Please God, don't make it be true.

I'm about to curl into my bed for an afternoon nap when I feel my phone vibrate multiple times from the inside of my pocket. Plopping onto the side of my bed, I pull my phone out with a sigh and read the message before me. It's Roxy.

ROXY: Get your ass out that door we're going for coffee :))

ME: C'mon I was just about to sleep

ROXY: Trust me you're gonna wanna hear this

ME: Should I be concerned?

...

ROXY: Maybe

I run a hand though my hair and place my phone on the bedside table, suddenly curious over what Roxy has to say. With nothing better to do than lay in bed all day, I decide to get ready and go out. I can't deny that the idea of a pumpkin spiced latte sounds like the cure to my seasonal depression.

I make my way to my bedroom window and am greeted by New York's first snowfall of the year. Central Park stretches out ahead, a blanket of pristine white covering the once vibrant green mass of land. The city sprawls out beneath me, the usual grey streets and buildings follow the same path as a fresh layer of snow falls effortlessly all around. The city's lights start to twinkle, casting a warm and inviting glow over the streets.

Once I'm ready to leave, I check my phone one last time to see that Roxy has texted me her location. I hastily pull on my puffer coat and a hat before making it out the door and into the chilly air.

As I walk down the streets, I feel tiny snowflakes pepper themselves along my cheeks and the tip of my nose, leaving a cool sting behind in their essence.

I arrive at the cafe in no time and head inside, the plush warm air offering a stark contrast to that of outside. The comforting aroma of freshly crushed coffee grounds fills my senses as I place my order and make my way over to Roxy. She's sat near the window, her eyes glued to her phone as she taps away persistently.

She perks her head up at me and smiles warmly once she notices my presence. "This better be good. You cost me my bed." I joke sarcastically as I take a seat opposite her and shrug off my coat. Roxy pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying miserably to suppress the malicious grin spread across her mouth.

"Trust me." She replies whilst shifting excitedly in her seat. "It is."

"Go on." I say eagerly, placing my elbows on the wooden table before me and propping my chin atop my hands.