I wake up.
She's already up.
I've missed my first class, but I'll go to Italian.
"I've been having dreams, and when I get back from the bathroom I'm going to tell you about them because I think they're projecting my fears."
She smiles and says okay. She's going to study hall.
This is normal.
I come back and I tell her.
In detail.
"Damn." she says. She brushes it off.
She's told me I overthink too much already.
I'm cleaning when she leaves, she waves and says bye as usual.
This is normal.
She's gone an hour. I don't need to get ready for a bit yet.
I go to the bathroom.
"Can we chit chat?"
"Ofc. What would you like to chit chat about?"
"Us."
My stomach drops. My breath catches. I feel it.
The message just appears in the chat. I watched to see if she was typing.
She sends it and then turns on do not disturb.
I read it over and over and over and over and over and over.
It doesn't make sense.
I run to my room, grab a hoodie and then run to our friends downstairs.
I'm panicking.
"What's wrong?"
I can breathe.
"She broke up with me."
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy