If it's not a breakup if we were never anything, why does this feel like a heartbreak? I haven't had an appetite in a full two days, absolutely no willingness to do anything, my biggest accomplishment has been taking a shower. And on top of that, I've been ignoring Xavier calls. I texted that I was sick with a sore throat, I hate lying to him, but I don't want to be another disappointment in his life.
I lay under the covers in my bed hoping that scrolling through apartment rental listings in San Francisco, would enlighten my mood. "Cute, but I can't imagine living in a loft with Xavier." I mumble to myself. "Spacey but pricey," I comment on a different downtown apartment in the heart of downtown. I begin to scroll down but stop when my phone notifies me that Rosemary is calling, more than likely calling me back from the other day.
"Hello," I answer, with a raspy voice, with a lack of speaking to really anyone.
"Were you sleep?" she asks. "I can call back later."
"No." I say clearing my throat. "I was just... nothing," I say not feeling like explaining. "How's your trip?"
"It's good!" She cheers. "The grandkids have gotten so big, and on top of that I found out I am going to be a grandmother again."
"That's amazing!" I reply. "Boy or Girl?" I ask.
"They don't know yet, but my guess is a boy," Rosemary answers. "She's carrying low, and her skin is still good." She jokes, giving me a much-needed laugh. "I know, I know, my old wives' tales are no good." She laughs before the line gets quiet. "But how are you? I am so sorry, I missed your call the other day."
"I am fine," I answer, nodding my head with encouragement, even though she can't see me.
"Anything new?" She asks. "I hope the snowstorm, wasn't too bad."
"No, nothing new. meteorologists were wrong like...most days." I answer, attempting to stay with a positive tone.
"Maya?" She asks. "You called me three days ago, and I am assuming it wasn't to hear my news of being a grandma again. What is it?" She asks, showing a little bit of her stern side, but the scary part is how well she knows me. I let out a little giggle, deciding if rather or not I should tell her all of it or some of it.
"It's all complicated, I was angry and embarrassed when I called you," I say, knowing I probably making any sense while rambling. "Leo and Oliver came home with their girlfriends, and they never mentioned me. The girls had no idea who I was."
"Oh, Maya." She says.
"I then called you and Xavier, but nobody picked up. I just wanted to talk to someone, to feel that I wasn't alone. So my last option was Eliot."
"The one from the school?" She asks.
"Yes, that one," I answer. "And he picked me up, and he was nice. And we had a really nice time despite him getting hurt sledding."
"Oh my." She comments.
"I know, it was awful, but good because he opened up to me about so many things. Things he has never told anyone else, but then after he and I fell asleep on his couch."
"Wait, Maya! You were at his house? Alone?"
"Yeah, but nothing happened. I woke up before him and didn't know what to do. So I took his car back to my house, and when I got back Laura was really angry at me because I missed her stupid family photos. She and I got into a really bad argument, and I am still feeling delusional about it because she won't even acknowledge it."
"She might be in denial, and believe everything is okay."
"It's possible, but the next morning, I was so upset about everything I kind of forgot about Eliot's car, and before I knew he was in my kitchen. And he was upset and felt betrayed, that I never told him about me being adopted. And I tried to justify it, but he told me I wasn't a good person. So I told him to leave, I was so angry I could have just slapped him."
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He Had To Go
Bí ẩn / Giật gânTwo college students, Maya Tarver and Eliot Keller seem to have nothing in common. She was born into a broken home, and him and an all American baseball player. But as time goes on, they become nearly inseparable, that is until Eliot's strange and s...
