"Babe, don't do this." I whispered, closing my eyes as a stream of tears rolled down my cheek messily, one drop, two drops, until they were all racing against the other. My heart, I swear I'm not bring cliché when I say this, was breaking and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't, and it hurts so so much.
"I'm sorry but I don't lo-" he said back in a tone that was so cold, so lifeless and so far from the amused voice I kept trying to repeat in my head. I cut him off with a whimper, "No"
I gulped down hard and sobbed even harder, my cries made my voice spasmodic and I was stuttering, "Don't. I d-don't want t-to hear it. Why are you b-being like this?"
I clutched my chest as my breaths come out ragged, preparing my heart over and over again for the words that will forever echo inside my world. How could he do this when our monthsary was so close. Just a fee more days and it's another step up the steep mountain, and now he was backing out. Retreating back to the bottom while I was here, left hanging. And hurting.
"Goodbye Kath."
Funny how just a few words can finalize so many things. It's like spending a year and half trying to build an entire garden of beautiful flowers, then in the end of those stressful but happy days, after everything has flourished, your co-worker drops one spark of fire and it burns everything. Just a spark can start a huge flame.
And that was how I felt right there and then, burning, burning, burning and the gone.
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I always thought the pain would last you weeks and maybe even years, that healing was a long term kind of thing and that I would have to endure all of it for the sake of my sanity.
But actually, it took me a day.
That's right. A day. A box of tissues. A good ol' movie. And that was it.
I'm not saying that it didn't matter to me, just that I felt a little bit close to numb. I wasn't as full out crying as I was yesterday and the pain was next to gone. My heart may have been shattered but it just lay there, gathering its pieces back together instead of just being lifeless. Maybe it's the fact that I can't change anything, that no matter how much I'll bring back all of our happy memories, it will not change a thing.
I accepted this wholly and it saved my from a few more days of bawling my eyes out. Today was my friend's birthday, Rica. I wasn't her number one fan but she invited me and I was sick of staring at my bedroom wall so I grabbed the chance to go out. I dressed up in a trance, most girls would probably dress slutty in case their ex would suddenly appear out of nowhere and take them back just because their legs looked hot in panty shorts, not me though.
When I glanced at the mirror, I smiled for the first time in a day. Orange shirt and ripped pink pants. I looked like the conservative version of Nicki Minaj. But my head was like, YOLO. So I grab my bag and head out. My dad's on his way to work so I hitched a ride with him to the mall where all of my friends were going to gather up to buy a cake for Rica.
"Thanks Dad!" I call over my shoulder, hopping out of our car. He nod his head and zooms away, talking on his phone busily.
I glance around the first floor, trying to make out any body from my school. It wasn't that hard since the Junior guys were coming, they were these really tall group of boys who took part in our student council campaign and eventually ended up a part of our group. Their heads were the first thing I saw as I maneuvered myself around the throng of people. Dawn, Nico, Tony, Hunter and Lexie were the only people there yet.
Lexie, our student council president and a close friend of mine, waves me over with a huge grin on her face. "Kath! Over here!"
I smiled at them and head over readjusting my bag strap on my shoulders.
"Wassup peeps." I greeted once I was in their circle. They all greeted back. This particular guy, Anthony who I've resorted to calling Tony, was smiling at me knowingly. I smiled back awkwardly, raising my eyebrows a bit to signify my cluelessness as to why he was smiling like that. He chuckled and shook his head, stuffing his hands back in his pockets.
To put it frankly, Tony wasn't really the most good looking person around. He had cropped black hair and dark skin, plus this really sleepy looking eyes that made it seem like he always wanted to doze off anytime of the day. He was sweet though and charming and really friendly, that's why I was a bit close to him. Just a bit.
"Is Rica coming?" Tony spoke up, looking at Lexie with an eyebrow raised. I tried not to snicker at that, an obviously stupid question because the cake was a surprise thing and common sense dude, how can it be a surprise if she's here?
"Stop being dumb, Anthony." She rolled her eyes but elbowed him jokingly, so he didn't take it too hard. He muttered something about just saying and lowered his head in embarrassment. I caught him glancing my way so I tried not to plaster on my face how I found his question incredibly idiotic.
I started chatting with Nico to pass time since it took a while before all pf us were complete. Once we were through, Nico moved in front to help Lexie with whatever she was doing. Dawn pulled me by my arms and started talking animatedly about how she was glad most of our team mates won the campaign, and I wasn't among them, I smiled and tried to catch up but part of my brain was honestly just turned off. Shut down.
"I didn't know our local malls sell cakes." Dawn said, looking around the many brand shops of clothes, shows and material shenanigans. We couldn't find a bakery with cakes, only bread. She had a point though, if we were to buy cakes we should be outside the mall.
"I think the guys are going to be buying gifts, but I'm pretty sure that John is really going to buy one for Rica. Haha" I replied. John is the captain of the basketball team of our school, he's a Junior and he definitely likes Rica.
I didn't bother to buy though, I wasn't very close with Rica and she wasn't very fond of me. I guess she just found it rude to not invite me, or maybe she was honestly trying to reach out.
"Guys, is it okay if we go shop to shop before we go cake shopping?" Lexie asked over her shoulder, she was already entering a toy shop by this time so I guess we didn't even have to give her an answer.
This was obviously going to be a long day.
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Unexpected Love
Non-FictionNow I believe in unexpected love. A love so unforeseen that when it hits you, you're taken aback. You're hesitant and yet, you feel the rightness of it all. You spend your whole life playing by the rules, how love should be, how relationships should...