BROKEN ROMANTICS

MAE

Have you ever had your heart broken by somebody who you never even dated? I had. It was when-
"Hey, Mae." My brother interrupted me.
"What?" I snapped my head back, a bit annoyed as he interrupted me in the middle of my writing.
"Can you get milk from the grocery store? We are out of it." He asked with an empty cup in hand.
"Why should I get it? You can go by yourself." I said. I was already a bit tired because of college and again I was in middle of my writing!
"Ah please, I just came from work and I forgot about it. I'll give you extra money for your milkshake." He smirked, knowing he got me. And he was right. Milkshakes were my comfort drink. Whenever I felt sad or needed comfort milkshake was my best choice. So I had to give in.
"Okay, fine." I groaned as I got up from my chair and took the money out of his hand. I gathered my purse, headphones and my phone. I was in my pj's. It didn't look that bad but for grocery run it was fine. I wasn't that pretty for anyone to even look in my direction. It was a fact I already accepted a while back.
I went out the door and down the elevator, while playing 'I love you, I'm sorry' by Gracie Abrams from my playlist. Her bridge in this song makes me want to scream it out to that one person, but oh well. I pushed the thought of him at the back of my mind. As I walked out the building and music playing in my ears, I fell into a peaceful walking session. The weather was a bit gloomy but I loved it. It was closer to sunset.
After 10 minutes of walk, I reached the store and before I went to the area where they stored the milk, I wanted to roam around a bit. I went to the stationary isle, my personal favourite. I needed sticky notes for my annotations. I grabbed the ones I needed and went straight to the food aisle next. As I was picking the chips, my arms got full and one of them fell to the ground.
I went to pick it up, but someone already beat me to it. I got my headphones down and took the chips out of the stranger's hand.
"Thank y-" The words died in my throat as mine and the stranger's eyes widen simultaneously as we acknowledged each other.
"Wh-" the stranger, not a stranger started.
"How-" I began as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
No, no this can't be happening. The tears ready to come to the surface with one of our last conversations.
"Mae, shut the fuck up!" His voice rising for the first time ever, making me flinch
"Please, just disagree to it. Just tell me it means nothing." I pleaded with tears in my eyes.
What the fuck will happen even if I tell you!?" He snapped back and my heart singed at his words.
"Excuse me." A voice came from behind me, snapping me back to the present.
"Uh..I..I need to go." I rushed past him. I could hear my heart beating in my ears along with his voice that was calling out my name. His voice and the sound of my heart, becoming a mix, but I didn't dare look back. I left all the items on an aisle and rushed out the exit.
No, no this has to be a dream. It has to be. I have fantasised so many times of us running into each other but I didn't think it would be possible, even though it is a small city.
I willed myself to take deep breaths, forgetting all about the milk and shakes.
Right now, I just wanted to curl in my bed and not think about him even though he has never left my mind ever since we first talked.
Remember, in the starting, I asked if you ever had been hurt by somebody who you never even dated?
Well I was. Pretty badly.
That was Weston Heaths.
The boy who broke my heart.
The boy who I loved.