The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 23

Do you know that feeling when you know you lost someone? Well, that is how I felt right now. My chest felt like it had a weight on it. I could hardly breath. My chest rose and fell, yet it still didn't feel like I had enough oxygen in me. I felt like crying, but I didn't know why. I pull out my phone and text him.

I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It was uncalled for, and I've rarely ever been told I was loved, so I guess I didn't know how to respond. Please give me a chance. If you don't, I understand.

I sent the message, not knowing what else to say. I felt bad for how I reacted, and I didn't know what else to say. I lie there for a couple of more minutes, not feeling up to the task of taking a shower. But I still got up and grabbed some clothes to sleep in. I trudged towards my bathroom. I laid the clothes on the counter and took off the ones I was wearing. I turn on the water, then I lay a towel right beside the bathtub. Once the water was hot enough, I stepped into the bathtub. Feeling the steaming hot water on my skin was relaxing. I sat down in the bathtub and hugged my legs. Again, I thought about everything that happened tonight. It was like an eternity of instant replay. It just replay itself over and over again.

I didn't know what else to do besides stand up and start washing. I finished, turn off the water and dry myself. I hurry to put the clothes on that I picked and slowly make my way to my phone. I pick it up, hoping for a text message, but also not wanting one. I was disappointed to find out there wasn't one, and decide to put on my big girl panties and call him. I get more nervous as it rings a couple times, before it goes to voicemail. I try again, and this time he answers.

"What."

"I just wanted to apolgize for what I did earlier. Please forgive me," I feel as if I'm going to cry just thinking about what happened. "I'm so sorry."

"I am, too. I'm sorry to have to end this... Whatever this is," As he says those words, I feel tears run down my face. "Goodbye, Sam."

"Wait, please give me another chance. I gave you one!" I am crying louder now.

"Goodbye, Sam," he hangs up, and I drop my phone. I just sit on my bed and cry. I lost him. For good this time, and it's completely my fault. I lie down, and try to sleep, even though its early in the night. I can't, though. The incident is run through my mind, over, and over, and over again. All I can think about is what I did wrong, and what I am going to do to get him back.