New Year, Old Heartbreak | completed

New Year, Old Hearbreak

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Don't call her.

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Don't text her.

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Don't think about her.

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Don't love her.

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"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Sure it was a happy new year for everyone. Everyone except me.

I stood at the window watching the fireworks going off in the night sky. The sounds of my drunken friends couldn't even distract me from the sadness that hung over my head.

I stared down at my illuminated phone screen. The contact info for Daphne was ready to be called and my thumb hovered over the green icon. I bit down on my lip as I battled with myself over this decision.

Maybe she would just ignore the call. Maybe she just deleted my number and I'd get the who is this? response. Or worse, what if she blocked my number because even my calls and texts were irrelevant to her magnificent existence?

Before I could make probably the worst decision within the first milliseconds of the new year my best friend came bursting into my bedroom. I spun quickly and clicked away the display of my phone screen as I crammed it deep within my back pocket. A place he wouldn't dare reach.

"Max my man! What are you doooooin in here!?" He drunkenly asked as he stumbled towards me. Even though he was as drunk as they come he still appeared halfway decent. His usually wild blond hair was slicked back for tonight's events.

I placed my hands on his shoulders to help steady him. "Nothing just admiring the fireworks." I lied.

"Did you call" -hiccup- "Daphneeee?"

His dislike for my ex girlfriend was obvious from the day he met her. He always said something about her wasn't quite there. Too bad that didn't become obvious to me until two years later.

"No Connor I didn't. Just lay down alright?" I asked as I laid him down on my bed. He didn't protest and continued to mumble insults about my ex as he drifted into a drunken slumber.

*

The next morning came with a pounding headache and sore back. I slept on the extremely uncomfortable couch in the living room and let Connor keep my bed. I was such a good friend.

The events of last night had my home looking like it had been torn to shreds by a Tasmanian devil. Speaking of devils, I decided to check on Connor.

I crept into my bedroom to see the King sized bed adorned with black sheets was now empty and the bathroom door was wide open. I could hear Connor spilling his guts into the toilet and I decided I'd make breakfast instead of making myself sick.

Some forty-five minutes later Connor came trudging out of the bedroom. His once slick back blond hair was a complete mess on his head and for some reason he was still the most attractive man I had ever seen. I wasn't into that kind of thing; I just knew a hot guy when I saw one. Especially since I was not one.

"Good morning! Have a nice yak?" I asked a coy smirk on my face. Though I had a headache and throbbing back I'd take that over stomach pain any day. I could function with the two but with an upset stomach I'd be as useless as sunglasses in a fog. That was a good one; I'd have to make a note and use it in my column.

I had prepared eggs, bacon, and toast three things I ate for breakfast, lunch, or dinner no matter the occasion. I placed a plate over the granite countertop nodding towards the food. "Try to eat. I don't need you dying on my nice rug," I laughed.