sober // s.wilk

(18) Broken-Hearted

"So, you're really not going to prom?" A good friend of mine, Mallory, says. I shake my head while partaking a bit of my tea, "I already went last year and Sam's not going to I really see no point."

"Well thank you to agreeing to do my hair and makeup anyways, you're the best." she beams, as her lips curve into a genuine smile. "I already promised I would earlier on the year, so you have nothing to worry about." I reassure her.

Mallory was my only real girl friend in my grade. I never felt the need to socialize with people in my grade except for Mark and her, including Anyssa. Although, ever since I hooked her up with Mark, she hasn't been conversing with me. I loathed to admit that she most likely used me to get to him.

I am not even upset though. I am well aware that I just need to appreciate the people who actually care, and dismiss the others. Mallory first came up to me at Lunch because I was sitting by my lone some and she was just as apprehensive and uneasy as me.

Mallory is actually a very timid person but when you get to know her, she has this bubbly personality. There is always this positive vibe that radiates off her and just instantly puts you in a good mood. Although we aren't best friends, I do trust her and thankful that i have her in my life.

Mark, on the other hand, was friends with the whole grade. Everyone gravitated towards him because he is just this kind-hearted person, who works diligently independently and in groups, he has this charming personality and such an amazing sense of humor. In the end, he chose us. He chose to keep Mallory and I by his side and I am extremely greatful.

"So, do you have your dress picked?" I question, pushing hair out of my face. "Oh my god! Yes! Its this beautiful, strapless, maroon gown that stops at the perfect length. It has this gorgeous, intricate lace design on the upper part. Avianna, its ravishing!" She squeaked. I smiled as I observe my friend fawning over her dress, she reminded me of myself last year, when I was rambling on and on about my dress.

I hear my phone and she pauses, letting me get to it. "Hello?"

There wasn't a voice on the other line, but faint sobs. I glance back at the screen to see who it was. "Mark, whats wrong?"

"I saw," "Her with, with," "With someone else," he stumbles, trying to collect his thoughts. He sounded a mess, "Are you at home?"

"Ye-yes, please," "I need you." I quickly say my goodbyes telling him that I'll be there soon. "Hey Mal, do you want to head over to Marks. Anyssa and him aren't doing so well."

"Awe," she pouts, "I really wish I could but I have to go to work. Tell him that she isn't worth it."

We quickly say our farewell and I hop into my car, heading to his house. I should've seen this coming.

Recently, she's been declining his offer to hang out. He would try to get me to text her and see if it was the same thing. Sad thing is that she'd tell me she was available.

I pull into his driveway to discover only one car, which belonged to him. I get out the car and walk to the front door.

I rapidly knock on the door, anxious to see how well Mark was doing. It was a rare occasion for him to cry, he just wasn't one to show his sadness through tears. The door slowly opened and revealed Mark, one that i haven't recognized.

His Adidas pants were sagging just below his waist, his Calvin Klein underwear peeking through. My gaze is fixated on his face. He looks as if he has cried a river, ragged currents flowing down his cheek and onto the wilted neckline of his v neck.

His beautiful beaming eyes, now dark, occupied with a great amount of sorrow. He isn't just hurt, he is heartbroken. He was staring down at the ground, a few sobs parting away from his lips, standing slightly to the side so i can enter.

It was like we never broke up, as i embraced him with a great amount of intensity. Our arms clasped around each other and our chest closely press against each other, as i felt great drops fall from his eyes; letting the turbulent nature from his mind fall free.

he cried as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end. he sobbed like a mere child lost in a new city. And we stood there, in each others warm embrace, comforting each other because of how much we longed for it.

really short chapter bc school started a few days and I'm really tired and sleep deprived. ill try to update again this week