Oh, to be held

Texting?

 Please ignore the banner I was trying something new lol

Here I am, sprawled out on my bed, trying to find some peace in this whirlwind of chaos in my head. And wouldn't you know it, my phone decides to blow up like a fireworks factory. Seriously? Who's texting me now? Brace yourself for another mundane message, probably from some random scam number. But nope, it's Alejandro, the one person I've been dodging like the plague. But I bumped into him yesterday morning, now isn't the good sign to look at the message but curiosity got the better of me.

"Hey Heather, I know that you still hate me after we broke up, but i think you're the one that bumped into me in the park yesterday. How's it going?"

As if I don't already know where this is headed. Oh, the audacity. After all this time, he finally decides to check in? I roll my eyes and chuck my phone aside, debating whether I even want to grace his message with a reply.

But then, against my better judgment, my fingers start dancing across the screen.

"What do you want?"

As the message flies off into the digital void, a knot forms in the pit of my stomach. What's his game this time? Is he trying to stir up trouble, or maybe just worm his way back into my life to wreak havoc once again? I shake my head, trying to shove away the doubts clawing at my insides.

The memory of our last clash flashes before my eyes - the party, the betrayal, the harsh truth that I'd been cheated on. The last thing I need is to entertain the idea of meeting him again. I've put in too much effort trying to move past him and the mess he left behind.

But then, there's that tiny voice in the back of my head, the one I've been trying so hard to drown out. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for closure, for healing, for some kind of resolution. Despite the chaos, a glimmer of hope refuses to be snuffed out.

Before I can talk myself out of it, another message pops up from Alejandro.

"I know things ended badly between us, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Can we meet up and talk? There's something I need to say."

I glare at the screen, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. This is it, crunch time. Do I take the leap and agree to meet him, risking more heartache and disappointment? Or do I slam the door shut on any possibility of reconciliation?

The air in the room feels heavy with tension as I wrestle with my thoughts. Can I trust him again after all that's happened? Is there any point in revisiting the past? Despite the uncertainty, there's a flicker of hope that meeting him might offer some clarity amidst the chaos.

With a shaky breath, I slam my fingers on the keys.

"Yeah, sure. Fine."

And just like that, I'm diving headfirst into the abyss, not knowing what the heck awaits me. The air feels thick with uncertainty, every keystroke feeling like I'm throwing myself off a cliff.

But hey, maybe there's a glimmer of hope buried under all this mess. Maybe, just maybe, this meeting could turn out to be more than I bargained for. It's a gamble, but hey, life's full of risks, right? As I hit send, I brace myself for whatever crapstorm comes my way, ready to face whatever the fuck is he going to type back.

He did not respond, he left me on read.

Such audacity to do that.