Found

Chapter 3

A huge lump appears in your throat.
This is not the news you had planned to hear. Or read for that matter. In a text message no doubt.

"Hi sweetie, I'm sorry to have to send you this. I don't know if you believe in love at first sight, but it's true. And I've met someone while here on business. I won't be coming back into town for a couple more weeks, and we'll talk then. Please don't say anything to my Dad, I will talk to him.
Thank You
Love Trisha"

Is this for real? You say out as loud as you can even though there's no one to hear you except the neighbors occupying the two apartments on either side of you.

It is a horrible feeling that comes over you. What went wrong? Is this a bad joke?
How can this happen on the day you were going to ask her to marry you?

An annoying buzzing with repeated rhythm fills the room. Your head seems to be throbbing and you can't seem to move your arm.

Ah it's morning again. At some time during the night you fell asleep. You had to of been sitting up at the time because you were lying on your right arm and not all the way on the bed. You're still in the evening clothes you had planned to wear out.

ArrruuugghhhhhhAAAAHHHHH
comes out of your mouth with a feeling of aggression and anger in your mind.

A shower, a cold one is what I need,
you think to yourself as you seemingly drag this lifeless body to the toilet room. This time being sure not to look in the mirror. You don't even touch the hot side of the knobs. Cold is what you need.

As you're standing there under the cold water your mind races with every idea, and scenario that you think could have changed something.

In the distance you hear the alarm again and pull yourself together remembering that you still have a job to do. As you're reaching for the towel you notice your arm, you're still fully clothed, looking down at your feet. Yep socks too.

You chuckle out loud and say to whomever is listening, "this is going to be a great day" sarcastically of course.

The rest of the morning is routine and you're on your way in to work.
The commute is short unfortunately because you really don't want to be there. Grabbing a cup of coffee, that you rarely drink, you are greeted by everyone as usual.

Somehow finding your office, you shut and lock the door behind you.
Falling into your chair, you buzz Carla.

"I don't want to be disturbed today, any meetings or lunches, push them back as far as you can."

"Yes Sir" the soft voice on the other end says. Her voice seeming very calming to hear. After all she is the first person you've spoken to since you left the office yesterday.

"Thank you" you reply and you lay your head down only to hear a buzzing noise from your phone. Hesitant to even look at this evil device you ignore it and start thinking of ways that may work to get her back.

But do you want her back? Yes of course you do. But you also recall that when you first met she had left another to be with you. Hating what you're thinking, you know it isn't worth trying.

There's that buzz again. Against your gut feeling, you look at the phone anyway. And even more dread falls over you. As if you weren't low enough, you feel life kicking you again.

The charges to your account went through for the deposit on the table you reserved for the past evening that you never went to in the first place.

With all of the pain and anger built up inside, you snap and throw your phone across the room only to break your employee of the year glass trophy.

Has this not been enough?