Regina George likes a girl?

Break begins

Part 20 -

Suggested song
(Wildflower - by Billie Eilish.)

Christmas break came and I placed my feet onto the cold wood of the December morning. A little shiver shooting up my body, pulling a violent wiggle out of me. I walk to the bathroom pulling my boxers out of the crease of my hip.

Once in the bathroom I use the toilet, then I wash my hands, glancing up in the mirror. My eyes looked dim, I dried my hands and went to the kitchen. I made myself some raspberry tea. Then I sat on the couch and sipped on it, leaning my head against the couch. A leg dangling off getting engulfed in the cool air. The insulation in this apartment wasn't the best.

Chilled I pull it up and tuck it under my blanket I kept on the couch, but even that was cold. This season felt gray, not black and white, but gray. I finished my tea and I laid down and stared at the ceiling. My mind running over and over, she slept with someone else. My heart sank and ached, my eyes heavy and tired. I yawn and roll onto my side, staring at the window.

The sun crept in and danced over the light wood colored floors, and the carpet I had in front of the couch. Illuminating the colors and bringing in some warmth. I picked at the skin on my lips and opened up the curtains, letting in the sun. It hit my skin and added a little more warmth.

Color felt more present, but around the apartment. There was no festivity, no tree, presents, mistletoe. It was truly sad, I thought. Like I cared, I got up and went to my room, in the corner I had an isle and desk. I loved painting and drawing, hence my attempt to sell art down town.

I begin tossing colors around the canvas, creating a winter wonderland if the lave was robbed. It was beautiful to me, but yet so bittersweet. It's how Christmas had felt for me for years.

A soft knock hit the door of my apartment. I wasn't expecting any guests, but I walked over to the door. I hadn't unlocked the chain yet but I peaked at the person on the other side. Greeted with a "it's Christmas season babe, open up!" Regina was here. I thought she'd come a few days later.

   I closed the door and unlatched the chain. I pull it open and she sets down her stuff and pulls me into a tight hug. She smelled different, like, she'd gotten a new perfume.

   I held her back, while also holding tears in. She rubbed my back and held me, her face against my neck. Why did I feel so distant, I just couldn't connect with her.

   "I brought you a present!" She whispered into my ear. "You did?" I say remembering I'd actually gotten her one a while back. "Yes ma'am! Do you wanna wait until Christmas, or, open them today?" A valid question. "I'll wait until Christmas" I really like the idea of a Christmas morning with gifts.

   "Ok, I missed you." She whispered holding me against her. I felt my heart pounding, I was still in love with her. I just felt weary about her, did I trust her? "I miss you." I say present tense, because I meant it, would she catch it? Not likely.

Regina's POV:

   'Miss me?' She says 'Miss me' I'm right here? She feels more gapped, more tense. I felt like I had to hold onto to her to keep her. If I let go then her love for me would drain from her body into the floor. I'd watch it leave so quick I'd never be able to catch it. I want to pick up these broken pieces but will she let me?

   I don't want to just let her slip away. I love her, I, I'm crying, shit, I'm crying on her shoulder.

Y/N POV:

   "Gina? Are you ok?" I say running my fingers through her hair. I could feel her regret fusing onto my skin. "Gina?" Her body shaky and heavy. "I'm so sorry." She cried, my heart snapped like a rubber band against your wrist in the winter.

   "Y/N, I really love you, and I can tell I've hurt you. I can feel your pain, I am just so sorry." Her voice scraped my tear ducts, painting my cheeks blue. "Baby, look at me." I grab her face having her eyes meet mine.

   "Know what you did was not ok, but I forgive you. I forgive your actions, you were really intoxicated and playing a game. I know you have no feelings attached to her, and that's why I forgive you." She nods in my hands and cries, my finger brush away her sadness. She watched mine continue, her voice cracked and loving. "Please don't cry love, I want to work through this. I want you to know I want you, I don't need anything or anyone other than you."

    "I love you." I tell her and she holds me closer, "I love you."