Ugh You again~

Mother knows best

I stumbled through the front door, my vision blurred with tears. My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. The weight of breaking up with Tsukishima pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I rushed up to my room, hoping to escape the world, but the pain followed me.

I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. My sobs echoed through the room, and I felt utterly alone. How had everything fallen apart so quickly? One moment we were happy, and now... now I was alone.

A soft knock on my door startled me. I didn't want to see anyone, but the door creaked open, and my mom peeked inside.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked gently, her concern evident.

I sat up, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "No, Mom. I'm not okay."

She came in and sat beside me on the bed, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "What happened?"

"I broke up with Tsukishima," I confessed, my voice breaking. "We had this huge fight, and I thought it was the right thing to do, but now... I don't know."

She nodded, listening patiently. "Relationships are hard, sweetheart. It's normal to feel confused and hurt."

"I feel like I made a huge mistake," I admitted. "I still care about him so much, and now he's gone."

My mom sighed, stroking my hair gently. "Sometimes, we make decisions in the heat of the moment that we regret later. But it's important to think about why you made that decision. Do you think it was really a mistake, or are you just scared of being alone?"

I thought about her words, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't know. I just... I can't stop thinking about him. I miss him."

"It's natural to miss someone you care about," she said softly. "But you need to figure out what's best for you. Do you think being with him will make you happy, or are you better off focusing on yourself for now?"

Her words gave me something to ponder. I needed to sort through my feelings, to understand what I truly wanted. "I just wish things weren't so complicated," I whispered.

She hugged me tighter. "Life is complicated, my love. But you're strong, and you'll figure it out. Give yourself time to heal and think. Everything will be okay."

I leaned into her embrace, finding some comfort in her words. Maybe she was right. Maybe I needed time to heal and reflect. But one thing was certain: I couldn't keep running from my feelings. I had to face them, no matter how painful it was.