CECILIA is 27 years old, has had a beautiful life, a one that she loved. She had her friends with her, and family with her. One day she was finally reunited with her high school sweet heart but didn't expect the cost that came with her.
EVANGELINE...
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*40 comments for a new chapter!* CECILIA CHAPTER THIRTY •NEW COUPLE•
I hadn't spoken to her since what happened. I slightly felt bad but it had to happen. I didn't automatically forgive her for anything just because she showed up. I knew this was going ti happen but I didn't want it to.
It's been days since she spoke to me. And to be honest, it makes me feel relieved that I saw her. I felt peaceful, didn't feel like I needed her or wanted her. She was just there.
"She seriously hasn't spoken to you?" Mavis asked, I shook my head and shrugged. "I'm not complaining." I said. "Well I am! You guys can't leave it like that! I think you need to speak to her, get closure." She said.
I sighed. "Every time I see her, I know I won't be able to really say what I want." I told her and she nodded. "I understand that. But you need to talk to her, especially after what happened." She had a panic attack. When she did I didn't expect that at all, I really didn't.
I'd never seen her have one before. "I know. Maybe she'll break in this place again." I chuckled, she smiled and stood up. "I need to talk to our landlord about that, cause he just let her in." She said.
"And maybe I'll talk to her, I don't know how but I will." I shrugged. She pecked my cheek and left the apartment.
I seriously was going to talk to her, maybe I'll dm her on instagram but I was going to.
Apparently she had a party thing to go to, not in LA but in New York. I had seen pictures from the internet and from Twitter of her. She was holding a cigarette, publicly kissing a girl on the side of her car.
I couldn't be mad at this. But I was. I was upset. Maybe because She got over me first. It seemed like it, like when she came over, that was her closure. The pictures of her and the girl, she was holding her waist, smiling at her, they were both laughing together, others of them kissing, groping.
But still, I needed to talk to her. She couldn't just show up at my house, have a panic attack, bail and not expect me to talk about it. I went onto Instagram and pulled up her page, going to messages.
I never deleted our conversations. Sometimes I did like to read them to sleep.
EvaCross You're the most prettiest girl in the world. <3
Cecilia__ Stopppp you're just saying that-
EvaCross I mean it. No one will ever satisfy me the way you do. No woman will ever be as beautiful as you.
