𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 - a medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person, or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering.
With two brothers, she has always lived in the same house. And always, they had the same neighbors. The same boy with wh...
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"Thomas! Dinner!"
I don't reply. I don't even know what to do with my life right now, which might be dramatic, but it's true. It feels like everything will be ruined in a second.
One of the only nice things about school, gone in a second. A relationship of more than a year, gone in less than ten minutes. Vanished just like my appetite right now.
I'm buried below my sheets again. I've stopped crying a while ago. It didn't exactly make me feel any better. I feel even more hollow now.
A little more than a week ago, I was also lying below my sheets, because of a hangover. I thought my world was dying back then. But now I'd rather have a headache ten times worse, than whatever it is that I'm feeling now.
"Thomas!" My name gets yelled again. "Dinner!"
A minute later, Mom's knocking on my door, no longer yelling. "Would you open the door, honey?" A short pause. "It's fine if you're not hungry. Just tell us. I'll leave some food on the counter in case you change your mind."
"I'm not hungry, no," I admit.
"Teresa left quickly. Is... everything okay?"
My automatic response is yes. But I can't lie about something like this. What is it even going to get me?
"No," I say. My voice is no longer cracking after all the tears I spilled, but it's hoarse. "She broke up with me."
The silence on the other side of the door feels like an eternity. "Oh, sweetie," she then mutters. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." I curl myself up in a ball tighter. "I guess I want to be alone for a minute."
She doesn't push. "Okay," she says, her tone full of a kind of quiet understanding that makes my chest ache even more. "Again, let me know if you need anything."
Her footsteps retreat down the stairs, and I'm left back in the stillness of my room. My phone buzzes on my nightstand. The screen lights up.
Minho
Hey I just hear the news abt Mr. Keller Rough shit. You okay? I thought you were joking. And Vi didn't really mention anything.
What am I supposed to reply to that? That I'm not okay? That my chest feels hollowed out? Do I tell him about Tes— Teresa?
I drop my phone beside my body. Outside, the sky has darkened. Shadows stretch into my room. They mirror the tangled mess inside my mind.
"Thomas?" I startle at the next knock on my door. "Viviette's at the door for you, but I wasn't sure if you want company. Do I tell her you're not home? Or the truth? Can she come inside?"
Gosh, I don't freaking know.
I think of the way she's standing there, bouncing on her feet. Not because she's nervous, but because she's waiting. She does that when she waits. Her fingers are definitely intertwined and she's holding them against her stomach.
