for him [bxb] ✔️

12 // rejection

The feeling wasn't new- is it ever new at such an age I am?

It can only be described within the content that every reader- every listener tell their story of how the feeling has consumed them in their own pity. How could one feeling subject to every human being, be so powerful?

Hearing such words spoken from the lips of your best friend- someone who was open to share every living secret in their hearts and every living dream in their soul- and to be asked to not only stay away and never speak to that person again, but to forget every breathing memory you have with that person. But it's not likely you will ever forget. 

Seeing the dead phone below you, hanging from the spiral cord with only the mere sound of static radiating off the machine, knowing  you've lost their over binding protection. Once you had walked between them, wearing your Sunday best and obedient smile, but now one had left for a one night stand and after nights of yelling and dents in the pristine walls, they were without the other with a paper of power to seal the divorce.

Smelling rejection had been the last of what I began to recognize as rejection, as the smell of poppy's and buttered popcorn became the first scent of romantic rejection. 

Just as we had been on the verge of joining our mouths in a passionate fiery, he had taken off down the steps and outside the theater as I had followed with the questions reeling in my mind.

Was I not good enough?

Did I do something wrong?

Should I have kept to myself?

But the only question I could remember was being shouted in my head as the green eyed brunette ran down the sidewalk from the movie theater, entering a parked Honda flatbed truck with bloodstains covering the front. The question hurt further as the suspicious vehicle turned the corner.

Why?