sorry // justin bieber

25.- work your shit

Justin

"I thought..." I start mumbling with a confused expression on my face.

"What?! What the hell were you thinking when you decided to lie to me?" she cries.

"I thought... I thought that you wouldn't understand" I sigh. I don't know if this is going to work. Most likely not.

"That I wouldn't understand what, exactly?"

"That you wouldn't understand my relationship with this girl" I say, "That you'd thought it was something romantic, that I was into her or something".

"And you're not? That's what you're telling me?" she asks.

"Yes!" I look at her desperately.

"You're so wrong, Justin" she laughs. She. Fucking. Laughs. "I read the texts, Justin, you cannot fucking expect me to believe you now".

"You read them!" I exclaim, "You know it wasn't like that" I try.

"It doesn't need to be said textual, I'm not stupid" she says, turning around.

"I love you" I say finally like trying to catch her at the last moment.

She turns around. I can't tell if she wants to hug me or slap me.

Probably the last one though.

She comes closer and picks up the things she dropped recently.

"You have to work your shit out, Justin" she says softly, placing a hand on my cheek but her face remains harsh. "I can't stay here and wait on you for something I have no guarantee on".

I look down, avoiding her eyes.

"Here" she says, placing the cracked frame on my hands. "It's a little broken now" she adds, and I know she means that in more than one way.

She walks away. My girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend walks away from me and to the front door, holding the things she's just casually been leaving here as it was her own place.

I used to think that this could also be her place. That it could be our place.

Now I don't know what to think. And I don't know what to do.