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「 08. ❀ HEATHER. 」

CHAPTER 008

" heather (solitude) "

Realizing her unpleasant fate, Colette threw her phone across the room.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Maybe she'd be able to ignore the fact that she literally had no friends. Probably not, though. Right here, right now, all that she really needed was something to take her anger out on.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some poor excuse of a painting she'd been working on pre-art block. That's it!  She thought, almost gleefully as she stood up on wobbly legs and stomped towards it.

The poor rose bushes didn't even have a chance. 

Colette began yelling profanities into the universe as she took red paint and splattered it all over the pink and purple buds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." she chanted as she did so. For some odd reason, that was the only word she felt that accurately depicted her twisted and burning crimson-colored cataclysmic emotions.

Alas, destroying her artwork only was pleasurable for so long.

Five minutes later, the lilac girl found herself itching to spill out her feelings somehow, but how?

Realizing that angry texting was one of her favorite things, Colette raced to her discarded cell phone, opened the texting app and began typing out a message to that asshole George.

Colette: i fucked it up, didn't i?

That was the only explanation.

In Colette's life, there was one common denominator for all of the pain and heartache: Colette Bonadio, herself.

Why would this tiny, insignificant thing be any different? She didn't even want an answer to the text, she just wanted him to know how utterly and tragically pissed off she was, not at him, but the whole great wide world.

Then, the gears inside her purple head began turning.

Maybe she wasn't pissed so much as lonely. Yeah, that sounded more like it.

Against her better judgement (and a little scared of wherever her emotions were taking her), she began typing out a jagged and mismatched text to George.

Colette: okay so Listen it's not you it's me. i have all this bullshit. well, everyone's got bullshit you know? mine involves this whole john situation and the fact that i've got parent issues from hell. i know that all we ever talk about when we're together is me and that is horrible you know? like there's so much i don't know about you and i honestly thought we could be friends because you and your stupid honest face and that flower shop find some way to make me forget how intense and scary the world is. i didn't mean to fuck things up at the party. i shouldn't have left you and i'm so sorry. i know this is such a lame thing to text it's just i'm not all that good with words irl. i cover my emotions with jokes and sarcasm but that doesn't matter. i'm sorry i left you by yourself when i was the only one who you knew there. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i know you're probably off living your life and doing your own thing (which is good!) but i just really would like to know if i have a friend right now.

  Squinting her eyes, she pressed 'send.'

"Wow," she murmured to herself in awe of what she'd written. "Is there a way I could make sure he never sees this?"

She knew there wasn't, unfortunately.

Feeling herself grow limp, Colette plopped to the floor and crossed her legs. Inspecting the white-covered walls in her bedroom, she had to will herself not to look at her phone. If she didn't, she'd keep her eyes glued to the screen, hoping, wishing, and praying for George to text her back.

Taking a deep breath (just one time won't hurt, right?), she opened the messages with a deep breath.

He was replying, holy sweet hell -- replying! He gives a shit about her!

Letting go of the breath and feeling a fuzzy, warm happiness glow all around her, Colette was on top of the world. Not because of any other reason but the fact that she'd always loved feeling wanted.

Pulling her (if only temporarily) out of her daze was a knock at the door. Getting up and walking to the door skeptically because she didn't invite anyone over, Colette gazed through the peep hole only to find it being covered up by someone's hand.

She knew only one person who does that.

Sighing, she opened the door.

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