There for you

Chapter 3

Chapter 3... 

Tucker

Walking into the grocery store, I think about my ex-girlfriend. She was so charismatic, sweet, and loveable. But most of all, she was fragile; inside and out. When mom was diagnosed with cancer, and dad left us, I broke up with her. I didn't want her to have to pick up my pieces when I broke apart. "'I'm a man." I thought. "I'm supposed to be strong for those I love" 

It was a good time to have an attitude check. I'm not - and I wasn't- happy with what I was seeing, because I knew that I have one purpose in life, to be everything my sister lost when our parents were torn from us. I pulled myself together and fought on to be a good role model for Chrissie. I'm glad I broke up with Grace then, but ever since I had the 'it's over' conversation, there has been this hole in the pit of my stomach that I just can't fill.

"hey Gracie" I mumble, not sure how to do this. 

"um.. hey?" I can see she's confused by the way I'm acting. 

"So... um..." I decide to say everything bluntly, or else I won't be able to say it at all. Letting out a breath I dint know I was holding in, I blurt out one sentence, "I think we should break up" and I walk away with my hands in my pants pockets and a tear rolling down my cheek.

Looking back, I realized I cried more during that time more than when my father left us. 

"I need to see her again." I say, realizing I spoke aloud. I need to see her, I need to apologize and tell her how sorry I am. I need to tell her that breaking up with her was the best thing I could have done at that point in time. The best thing for her. 

I hurry to gather my sister's Oreos, and while I do that I think of Grace, my ex. It's ironic how much her name fits her personality. The way she talks, walks, eats, sleeps, and breathes is graceful. She is so perfect.  

Just then I stumble into a blond haired woman -with a Bleeding and broken heart on her collarbone- in the snack isle. I nearly knock her over. "I am so sorry- oh my..." when I look into her hazel eyes I realize who she is. But this isn't her... Grace Rae does not have blond hair... she does not have a tattoo... Grace Rae hates ink... but she loves Oreos. "Who are you?" I whisper.

Sorry for the short chapter.. But i just couldn't ruin a good cliff hanger...