estella thought she had the perfect life, the perfect friends and the perfect boyfriend that was from a fairy tale movie who she thought she would married and live happily ever after. unfortunately on prom night her fantasies was crushed by a sudd...
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*ESTELLA'S POV*
*THREE MONTHS LATER*
after three long months since matt broke up with me on prom night, we had a unfortunate encounter of bumping into each other on the first day of school. the summer had done little to heal the wounds of the breakup, and even the sight of him was like a serious punch to the guts.
matt, was trying to act casual, greeting me with a small wave and forced smile, while i just simply nodded my head in response. as we continued down the hall, they had realized that by some weird coincidence their lockers somehow ended up right next to each other.
the proximity was unavoidable, and they both felt a sense of dread settle in their stomachs. i quickly grabbed my books and slammed my locker shut, eager to put as much distance between me and matt as possible. but when as i turned to walk away, matt suddenly called out to me.
"hey estella, can we talk for a minute?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.
i paused, weighing all of my options. i didn't want to talk to him at all, i didn't want to hear his excuses or apologies.
but something in his voice made me relent, and i turned to face him.
"what is it, matt? and please be quick because i don't want to be late for my first class." i asked, my tone clipped and cold. i didn't want to make it seem i was eager to talk to him because i wasn't.
matt fidgeted nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "i just wanted to say.... i'm sorry." he began, as his eyes downcast. "i know that i hurt you, and i never meant to. i was just... i don't know, maybe scared, i guess. scared of what we had together, of how much i cared about you.
i listened to him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. i wanted to believe him, i wanted to forgive him and move on. but the pain of the past few months were still too fresh in her mind and heart, too raw.
"i don't know, matt," i said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "i don't know if i can do this. i don't know if i can sit here next to you every day, pretending like nothing happened."
matt nodded, understanding. "i get it," he said. "i just... i wanted to try. i wanted to see if we could make it work."
i looked at him, but this time i tried to really look at him, for what felt like the first time in months. i saw the remotes in his eyes, the regret etched into every line of his face.
and she realized that she still cared about him, still loved him a little bit, in spite of everything.
"okay," she said softly, her voice barely being audible. "we can at least try to be friends again."
*MATT'S POV*
i watched as she quickly grabbed her books and slammed her locker shut, eager to put as much distance between us as possible. my heart sank as i saw her turn to walk away.
