Complications

1. Vox

Hiya, I might not be writing every single night because I have a life, but you know... I will be writing very often. Don't judge me but I ship these two... Anyway, bye.

I bolt awake, my breath heavy and my body shaking. I cover my mouth as I sit up straight in my bed. I turn on my bedside lamp and the room goes from pitch black to a very pale, dull yellow.

I wipe the tears from my face as I open up my phone. Still no messages. I decide not to push him to text me back. It's his problem not mine. My heart rate starts to slow down as I lean my head on the wall behind my bed.

I catch my breath and I turn on my computer, I set up a rom-com and I pull the blanket over my lap. I sit there staring at the screen as the couple kiss, unaware of anything else. I start to cry again but I wipe my face.

After they finish kissing I turn the computer off out of anger and sadness. I turn off my lamp and I lay, staring at the ceiling. I sigh and I start to drift off again.

The next morning I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I start to remember the events that had taken place the night before. I rush to check my phone, he has received my message, but has chosen to ignore texting me back. I stand up and I get dressed, ready for work.

I hear my phone ping and I run to go an check it, he has texted me "Vox, don't act like we have anything, it was just a week so my girlfriend would break up with me, don't think you are special".

My heart breaks as I read the message. I throw my phone across the room, it hits a vase and glass goes everywhere. I collapse onto my knees and I start to cry. I start to clean up the glass and I cut the palm of my hand while doing so.

I put a plaster on it and I head for work. Hoping nobody will bring it up.

Hi, I am stopping there because I don't want this to get too long. Hope you enjoyed it or whatever, see you in the next chapter. Bye.