Day 3
Hi! I'm sure I'll have an amazing time volunteering today. ! Counting down the days until I'm back! I am going to miss your goofy habits, and your cute drawing of flowers. Love You
I barely slept that night, lying paralyzed in bed, haunted by her laughter. The image of her in the blond hair man's arms filled me with despair. Was I just her plaything, while another man openly flirted with her? I felt ridiculed, imagining her and her friends laughing behind my back while they enjoyed their "amazing time" away. The roses which were attached to the flower had started to decay. I had struggled opening the page, as if each one were a razor blade, cutting down my finger. Was her message love or mockery? Was I just too naive to see she was deceiving me? Maybe George was right, she was just a girl, but I couldn't believe she would lie.I held the notebook. Did it mean something? Was it proof of her love, wasn't it? The phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I answered.
—"Heyyy, how are you doing, my Lo—"
—"Who is Alexis?" I interrupted, my voice cold, devoid of mercy.
—"I—I can explain everything, just let me—"
But I had heard enough and hung up. Tears began to shimmer down the pages of the notebook, causing the red ink to shade in purple.
YOU ARE READING
Loving a Black Rose & Life in an Elevator
Short Story"Life in an Elevator" Trapped in a malfunctioning elevator with two men-one arrogant and ruthless, the other eccentric and carefree-a desperate job-seeker confronts his failures. Amidst chaos and unexpected violence, he discovers the power of self-a...
