Rebound Boy

Chapter one:

My name is Lana Landers, double alliteration. Huh? I guess my parents didn't think it through when they named me but that's a story for another time. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes. My name is Lana Landers and this is a story of how a broken heart became fixed with a smile.

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"Wait. Just wait! What are you saying? Huh? I have given you two years of my life and you just want to walk away because, what? I have some friends?" I asked trying to keep back tears.

They stood in Lana's living room. The walls were an off white colour and the carpet was a dark red that brought out the brown coffee table in the centre of the room; in the room was a long black sofa couch and a flat screen television, these were placed at different ends of the room. I wore skinny grey jeans and an olive coloured long sleeved shirt, the green brought out my dark brown eyes- or so people say- and my elbow length hair that flowed gently along my inner back with every movement. On my thin feet I wore old white socks with a blue stripe around the top of each of them.

"No. It's not because you have 'friends,' it's because they're your ex's Lana. You know how I feel about them. About them, about your past." She had a saddened frown on her face.

"Lexa." I paused to clear my throat, "that's exactly it." I leaned in close to her but she pushed me away. "My past. Nothing more, nothing less. I love you." My voice rocketed up in a high pitched tone, "I stopped dating other people because you asked me too. You wanted monogamy, so I gave it to you. Do you know how hard that was for me? Do you? There is nothing more that I have, that I can afford to give you. I just don't Lexa."

"Then there's nothing left to say then, is there? If you can't shut them out, if you can't let them go..." She paused, the suspense was killing me. "Then I guess we're done." That was the final twist with knife that punctured my heart. At that I was broken, and she was the one who had broken me.

Before I could say anything else Lexa walked to the door. Lexa's short blond hair was spiked on top of her head and shadowed her green eyes like palm trees, she wore a simple white knee length dress with black tights and platform heels that made her at least a head taller than her usual height. She stood there for a moment. I think she wanted me to say something, to stop her from leaving but I couldn't think of anything  to say. Her face drooped in disparity but all I could think was that I was numb, from the heart down, I felt nothing. Without another word she threw open the wooden door and left hatefully or I guess, more saddened, down the steps.
I walked hastily towards the door and slammed it shut. I turned and put my full weight against the door when I saw my phone on the coffee table. Releasing the tears that were bubbling up inside I reached for my phone and collapsed on the sofa, as I did, she, the heart broken girl from depression vill, not the regular me, pressed the call button on the only person that wouldn't ask any questions and just be there for me. Harley.