Gumball Type of Romance

Entwining our fingers together is like lighting a match between our hands.

We had a gumball kind of romance. You stick it in your mouth, and it explodes with flavour - unless you get the cheap brand - and then you chew and chew, and then the flavour slowly bleeds put, and you're left with a stale sad flavourless piece of plastic you're chewing until you muster up the energy to spit it out.

That's exactly what our relationship was like.

I love him, we spent every single moment together, knowing deep down that once the flavour ran dry, it would be over between us. And just as quick as the fire was started, that's as quick as fire burned out

The once passionate reckless fire, is now a tiny pile of ash.

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"Wait! Gavin!" I say as I reach out in order to catch, at least, a piece of his flannel shirt. "I don't know if this will change your mind, but I love you." I say and take another wobbly step towards him. He rolls his eyes at me, clearly displaying that he doesn't care about my confession.

"It wasn't intended to be anything serious." He says with a slight shrug. My heart breaks slightly at his comment, and I gasp as if he has sucked all the air out of my lungs.

Nothing serious?

"You told me you loved me!" I shout, exploding with frustrating and anger. My cheeks burn hot, from hearing him say that. Tears quickly push their way up to my eyes, blurring my vision.

"There's this thing called lying." He says and frowns at me. I wipe at my eyes trying to claw away the tears threatening to spill. I take a deep breath in a frustrated attempt to stop crying.

"How could you?" I question weakly, and I couldn't help but thrust my fist forward hoping it would hit some part of him, just so that he could feel a little bit of pain. When I don't feel my fist touch anything, I just begin throwing my clenched fist rapidly hoping at least one of my punches would hit his face. "I hate you!" I scream, my voice sounding terrible, raspy, and unstable.

I then feel myself falling, my arms thrashing around hoping that it would catch something to break the fall. Feeling myself come into contact with the concrete is worse than I hoped it would be. My head slamming to the concrete intensified the pain, as I hear a bone crushing crunch. I'm then roughly pushed over to my stomach, my arms yanked roughly behind me. I feel a cold hard metal come into contact with my sensitive wrists as I writhe in pain at my throbbing arm.

I'm getting arrest. Arrested! I don't want to get arrested. I haven't done anything bad! I never got detention, suspended; the principal didn't even know me, because of how good I was. I struggle against the restraints as I'm pulled upward.

"Come on, don't make this harder than it has to be." A man with a deep burly voice says, I assume to be the police officer. Without control, the tears begin streaming from my eyes.

Why am I even getting arrested?

~

"Rough day, huh?" A guy sitting in the same cell asks. He looks no more that twenty. He's covered in mud, and it's a little disgusting, but he seems friendly.

"You have no idea." I say and wipe my eyes. The stupid police officer broke my arm, and now, I have to wait all night or I have to call someone to make bail in order to go to the hospital.

"What're you in here for?" He asks as he wipes a slop of mud off of his cheek. I don't really know him, and I'm not completely sure if I should be talking to him. I took the risk anyway, what more could happen to me?

"Battery, assault." I say wearing a small pout on my lips. "My boyfriend broke up with me. Two years of our relationship, down the drain, and I tried to talk him out of it, he even said he loved me, but he told me he was lying." I word vomit everything. "He broke my heart, and I tried punching him. Now my arms broken." I say, trying to wipe up the ghost tears. "All because of a breakup." I huff and try to relax on cold metal bench. The throbbing in my arm kicks up again, and I try to ignore it. The physical pain is better than the emotional pain I'm facing.

"It's gonna be okay." He tries to comfort me. "I would pat you on the back, but I'd rather not get you all muddy." He says, his voice sounding remorseful. All I really wanted right now, is a hug.

I scooch over to him, just the feeling of his presence is enough to comfort me. I take a deep breath and pout.

"Andy, you're free to go." The police officer says as he pulls on the door. I look at him as he stands up. He nods at me and smiles softly at me. I force a smile back as the door it shut and clicks to signify that it's locked, and I'm left alone, and I'm forced to think about the breakup.

I loved him.

I don't know how long I sat there, reminiscing about the good times we had together, but when the police officer called my name, I couldn't be happier to get out. The silence was slowly driving me closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

"Hey." Andy says with a small smile, that same small smile he left me with. "You never told me your name." He says, and he offers me a doughnut. I take the doughnut, hoping he didn't drug it. He's no longer covered in mud, but he's wearing some loose jeans and a sweater.

"Clover." I say in a small voice as we walk out of the police station. The wind is cold and frosty, like Gavin's heart.

"Well, Clover, I'm Andy." He says and smiles at me. His smile is lopsided, without a doubt, but it's comforting. "And I think it's time we get you to the hospital to check out that arm." He says. I take a bite of the doughnut, and only one thought does through my head.

This shouldn't be a start to a gumball type of romance.

~The End~