Stay with me...?

Stay with me...? chapter 5

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across mu hotel room in Amsterdam. I woke up with a sense of anticipation, ready to explore more of this beautiful city. After a quick breakfast, I planned to visit the Van Gogh Museum and then wander through the picturesque Vondelpark.

As I slowly sipped my cup of coffee, I decided to check my phone for any new messages. Much phone than suddenly buzzed with a notification, and I saw it was from Alexander, my boyfriend back in my home town. I haven't heard from him that much since I arrived here in Amsterdam, which had been worrying me a little bit. But I shook off the anxiety that was building through my body, hoping it was just a sweet message to brighten my day.

With a hopeful smile playing on my lips, I unlocked my phone and opened the message he send me. The smile quickly faded off my face as I read the words on the screen.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I think we should break up. It's not fair to either of us to keep pretending. I hope you understand..."

The shock hit me like a physical blow. I read the message again, hoping I had misunderstood or he might be joking with this, but the words remained the same. Alexander, the person I had trusted and loved most in the world, had just ended our 3 year relationship through a cold, impersonal text.

A wave of disbelief and pain washed over me. I sat down on the edge of the bed, my legs feeling too weak to support my weight. Tears welled up in my eyes,soon starting to fall down my cheeks, each one a testament to the heartbreak I was experiencing.

How could he do this to me? I always thought our relationship was strong, that I could weather the distance and time apart. But now, it seemed like all those late-night calls and sweet messages were nothing more than a facade.

I tried to compose myself, but the tears kept coming unwillingly. The plans I had for the day no longer seemed appealing. The idea of facing the bustling streets and crowded museums felt overwhelming to me. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and shut myself  out the world.

I dropped my phone beside me on the bed, staring blankly at the wall facing my left. The weight of the breakup settled heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. The vibrant city outside my window seemed to mock my pain with its liveliness.

I tried to distract myself from the cruel breakup, turning on the TV and flipping through channels aimlessly. Nothing could hold my attention. The pain of Alexander’s betrayal was too raw, too all-consuming. Every scene, every sound seemed to amplify my loneliness and heartbreak.

In a moment of desperate need for comfort, I called my best friend from back home. Her voice on the other end of the line provided some solace to me, but it wasn’t the same as having someone physically there, comforting you through hugs. She listened patiently as I poured out my heart to her, expressing my shock and pain over the sudden breakup message.

“I can’t believe he did this to you,” she said, her voice filled with empathy and anger on my behalf. “You deserve so much better than that piece of shit.”

“I thought we were okay,” I said, my voice cracking. “I thought we were strong enough to handle the distance.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie” she reassured me. “He’s the one who couldn’t handle it. You’re in an amazing city, try to take care of yourself and enjoy it as much as you can. You deserve that, do not pay attention to that cheating loser and focus on yourself.”

After the call ended, I felt slightly better, but the ache in my chest remained. I curled up in the bed, letting the blanket provide a semblance of comfort and warmth. The rain outside had stopped, leaving the city in a state of calm, but inside, my heart was still stormy.

In the late afternoon, I finally forced myself to get up and take a shower, hoping it might help clear off my mind. The hot water did little to wash away the sadness, but it did make me feel a bit more human. I put on some comfortable clothes and wrapped myself in a blanket again, curling up into a ball and staring out the window at the city I had been so excited to explore before the message.

My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it. I didn't have the energy to deal with anyone or anything right now. The thought of explaining what happened over and over was too much to bear. Instead, I allowed myself to sink deeper into the cocoon of blankets, letting the tears flow freely once more.

The hours passed slowly. I stayed in my hotel room, alternating between crying and staring blankly at the ceiling. I tried to read, to distract myrself with a movie, but nothing could hold my attention for more than 10 minutes. The pain of Alexander’s betrayal was too raw, too all-consuming.

I thought about the good times with Alexander, the plans we had made, and the future we had envisioned together. It was all gone now, shattered by a few cold words on a screen of my phone. I let myself mourn the relationship, allowing the tears to flow freely.

As evening approached, the room grew darker, mirroring my sour mood. I tried to eat something, but the food tasted like ash in my mouth. The only thing I managed to keep down was a cup of tea, its warmth providing a small comfort.

The sounds of the city below drifted up to my room, the laughter and chatter of people enjoying their night out. It felt like a stark contrast to the silence and emptiness I felt inside. I wondered if Alexander was out with friends, living his life without a second thought about me. The thought made my chest tighten with a mix of anger and sadness.

I replayed the moments leading up to the breakup in my mind, searching for signs i might have missed. Were there clues in his behavior, subtle hints that things weren't right? But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pinpoint anything specific. It felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me with no warning beforehand.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing again. This time, I decided to check it, hoping for some distraction. It was another message from my best friend, checking in on me.

"How are you holding up?" she had written.

I took a deep breath and replied, "Not great. I feel completely lost."

Her response came quickly. "I wish I could be there with you. Just take it one day at a time, okay? You’re stronger than you think, I just know it."

I truly appreciated her words, but they did little to ease the pain. I felt like I were drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to find solid ground. The future I had envisioned with Alexander was now gone, leaving me adrift and uncertain.

The hours dragged on, and by the time night fell, I was exhausted. My salty tears had finally dried up, and all that was left was a dull, empty feeling. I knew I would have to face the world again tomorrow, but for now, I allowed myself to stay cocooned in my warm blanket, seeking solace in the darkness of my hotel room.

As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I wondered if I would ever feel whole again. The breakup had shattered my sense of stability and left me questioning everything. I tried to remind myself that I was in an amazing city, that there was so much more to life than this one crappy relationship. But it was hard to see past the pain that was building more by the minute.

With a heart full of sorrow and a mind weary from the day’s events, I closed my eyes and let sleep take over, finding a brief respite from the heartbreak that had shattered your illusions.

[[HAHAHA, here's some angst pookies, I know this is a bit too dramatic but I was really getting tired of their encounters every single day so it was time to change the plot. Anyways, see y'all on Monday!!]]