The Secret Spark

1| Violet

MY anger issues : Cannot take this. 

 Who would've thought that there would come a day where having too much clothes is an issue. Never me until this moment. I've been trying to get my suitcase to close for at least an hour.  My day only started 3 hours ago and I already want it to end. My suitcase might have been sacrificed in the process, I guess they aren't guaranteed to take someone's full body weight.

Stuffing my clothes in my trunk is the best option at this point. I'm hundred percent positive that the comments from Hazel will be flooding in the second I arrive. Putting my last stuff in boxes before I hit the road. Looking at the pile of stuff on the floor makes me wonder which time I'll actually leave. After putting it off for far too long, I've finally reached the last possible moment to do so. "Focus," I mutter, "Just the essentials, no baggage, no clutter, " trying to hype myself up. Grabbing a handful of stuff from the pile, putting it away in the boxes. 

The first few things were quite easy. A worn out pair of sneakers? Trash. My journals whose spines are nearly splitting, pages bursting? Immediately toss in the box. Those are my prized possessions, Definitely taking those to the grave with me. But as I dig deeper, a soft fabric touches my skin, a familiar touch.  Pulling it out, I freeze to find what's in my hands—a worn out, army green hoodie. His worn out hoodie. The one he always used to wear when he would stay over. My chest tightens thinking about him and me together. A nauseous feeling suddenly takes over my body. Quickly tossing it aside, clearing my throat.

I keep digging, the pile keeps getting smaller. I was done with any sort of memory of him. He was in the past and he's staying there. But then I found it—a small box at the bottom of the pile. Trembling as I pick it up, my fingers grazing the satin box. A lump started to form in my throat. The bracelet. Slowly opening the box, my eyes settle on a sparkling, silver bracelet. Dust has started to form on top of the bracelet. Brushing it away, the sentence "For forever" is captured by my eyes. Memories start flooding in of the night when he gave me it. "I'll never need someone else when I have you" I believed him when he promised me this while looking in my eyes.

Taking me back to the night when I caught them. Now knowing why he always wanted to stay at my place, never his. There was a time where that bracelet kept me going but now all I want to do is to scream, break it in half, throw it against the wall. His promises were just words he would just spew around like they were nothing. Instead of getting heated up about this now, I tossed it. The trash where it belongs. Where he belongs. It felt freeing to finally be done with that last memory of him. I was letting go. 

I'm finally ready for the next adventure of the day. A two and half hour road trip.

On my way out, the devil decided to punish me once again."Violet" gets shouted loudly by a voice i've heard too many times. Turning around, long vibrant auburn hair comes into my view paired with the most forced smile on her face. If only my morning wasn't painful enough. "Hey, I just hope you've kept the place as spotless as when I was there?,"  trying to keep my ground around her has become easier by the minute. Being told this same old line for a year now, I wasn't surprised.

Scarlet Henley. More like my own personal version of hell. She became my roommate when I turned 22 having no plan whatsoever for my life. Not that I can speak differently now. I needed a place to stay, she had a place. She liked everything tidy and gleaming. I was happy to find that one black shirt in a pile of clothing. I kept my hands off other ones boyfriends, She liked to sleep with them. 

The girl who was my savior when I was a postgrad quickly became the reason for me moving.  "I'm just kidding, you know I'm better than that," She's totally not kidding but anyone could've smelled that from miles away if it wasn't for that devilish grin. "Scarlett, I indeed clean everything so, don't worry," I'm no better than Cinderella because still I praise her like a maid. 

"...Oh, and no hard feelings about the past, right,?" She adds with the most insincere tone to make my blood boil.  Being a people pleaser disappeared for a split second when "If you don't sleep with your next roommate's boyfriend, then your answer is yes," came out of my mouth. Leaving her speechless was the last thing I would've thought to happen. She had it coming, finally opening my mouth. 

I remember when I caught them. Everything suddenly started to make sense. The secret glances, them being way too comfortable around each other, him sneaking around. It all started to add up. In the moment all I could do was run away. Like I always do, avoid the problem. I even started to twist it into thinking it was my fault. It's my fault for not noticing early. Did I give him enough attention? Even if I didn't, it was his choice to cheat, I didn't make him cheat. Telling myself this is hard for me.

This is my perfect cue to leave and turn around. Physically and mentally. Leaving my past behind, Turning my life around. Mentally patting myself on the back for that moment there. Getting into my car, I hit my head on the door. Looking up to the sky "Seriously, again haven't I suffered enough this morning,".

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<33 Hii besties, This is the first chapter of The Secret Spark. I hope you guys like it as much as me writing it!! A bit short for some people so the next chapter will be longer.

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