Love, Ariana

Prolouge

    Dear Diary,

It's taken me so long to try to forget. Maybe this will work. I can at least try writing down something that is such a part of my life ; a broken heart is something that will always linger. 

I can remember the day perfectly; down to every second, every moment.  Yet in the moment, I couldn't get over it. I had expected the day to be normal, like any day would be for a college student. I woke up that morning with Troy Ballistino, my perfect boyfriend in my life, already awake and in the kitchen. There was a hurt, sullen look on his face, and I knew back then it was because of the events that had happened the night before. I had told him that I wasn't ready to go all the way a long time back. There had been very close brushes-- and a particular one with me rejecting him in my dorm had damaged him the day before --all with Troy being upset. Knowing he was sulking, I had walked to him cautiously. '' I'm sorry, Troy," I told him with a light punch to his arm to get his attention. "I know," he replied simply. Then I had looked into his eyes- the eyes I still miss so much- and he told me we needed to talk. "If this always happens," he said, "I'm afraid of what I will do." I didn't give it much thought then. "We'll talk later, I have classes."  "Don't come over until after practice." He told me, and left. But I didn't listen to him. After my courses, I had gotten his favorite pasta so we could reconcile. But when I walked into his apartment, just a half an hour before the end of his practice, the plate clattered to the floor and I stared. A tangled mess of grinding and moaning, bodies flying together, the only thing I couldn't give Troy. So he seeked help from someone else. At the time I couldn't move, couldn't speak, the betrayal the only thing I had felt in my body. It finally sunk in- that girl wasn't me. All along, these 'football practices were him cheating on me.  A small sound escaped my mouth, and both heads turned. "Ariana!" He had called to me, my name on his lips being spoken so many times, but now it was different. That was when I saw the girl, Lindsey Pamer I learned later, underneath him, the one girl that had made my life hell. "Don't even try, Troy. This--us-- is over! Save your breath. Please."  I shouted. The girl had pure embarrasement on her face, trying to cover herself up. I had just slammed the door and ran home in the rain, leaving the pasta on the floor, along with my heart. 

Locking away this story is the only thing I can do. 

Love, Ariana. 

P.S Will I ever forget?

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(A/N so I just started this, my first novel on Wattpad, feedback? Idk I have a clear image of what to happen so please tell me if its worth continuing and btw the whole story is not in diary form only sometimes.)