The Story of How Élaine Got Me Taped to a Fucking Pole

A not-so-dramatic breakup

Mum was already asleep when my father unlocked the door. The lights in the living room were still on, and it came voices from the telly too. The rest of the house was dark and quiet. I went into the bathroom to take a hot shower before going to bed. While in the shower, I completely broke down in tears. I had cried in the car, but not like this. I must have looked pathetic, sitting butt naked in the shower with tears and snot streaming down my face and water running down my body. Like one of those stupid television shows aimed for teenage girls that lives in mansions and goes to parties every Saturday. I cried like that for a while, I was sad that Even was disappointed in me, I was sad about the fact that I had broken up with him, and I was sad about being different. But most of all, I was angry. I was angry because Even had lied to me about being okay with it, I was angry because he had not come after me when I barged out of his cabin, and I was angry because I looked so pathetic while sitting there in the shower. So I got up and washed my hair and cleaned my body. When I walked out of the bathroom, I discovered my father sitting on my bed.
"What?" I asked and sat down beside him.
"Are you okay, Even did not do anything to you did he?" he asked and looked worried.
"I'm not okay, but he did not do anything, could you please leave me alone now?"
"Sure thing sweety, just remember that you can talk to me if you want to," he said as he walked out of the room. I loved my father for that. For showing that he cares, but at the same time understanding when I want to be left alone. He knows that I will come to him when I'm ready. He is better than most other people. I plugged my phone in the charger and started reading the Percy Jackson series for the fifth time.

I woke up to three missed phone calls, seven messages and a missed call on skype the next day. All of them were from Even. I opened all the messages, and they were all variations of the same message; he was sorry, on his way home from the cabin, and wanted to see me as soon as possible. A small part of me was happy, the rest of me wanted to fill his home with glitter. But as the reasonable person I am, I told him that if he wanted to see me, he could meet me at the café we had had our last date in four hours. Being the childish person I am, I honestly did not want to meet him, but I knew that if we were to solve this mess, I had to.

I did not bother changing clothes just to meet Even again. I was not in the mood for tight pants and tees, actually, I was not in the mood for anything good looking. So I went out of the house in my grey sweatpants and a hoodie. I must have looked like a homeless girl on every drug ever made. My father, being the kind man he is, drove me all the way to the café and didn't even question my choice of outfit.  When I walked inside, Even was already there. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, and I could not help but smile. He rose from his chair and pulled out mine on the other side of the table, and pulled it in as I sat down. To think that I had broken up with this guy... We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, then I broke the silence;
"You knew damn well that I'm not down for doing the do. What changed your mind on that being okay?" he looked down and sighed.
"I thought you'd come around one day, I thought it was just a face of yours,"
"Well, it isn't. I'm not even sorry that it isn't. It's who I am Even. Take me as I am, and if you can't then you and I won't work out," I tried to look into his eyes, but they still refused to meet mine.

The fact that he refused to even look at me, made me understand that this was never going to get fixed. It reminded of those stupid soap operas. And I was the main person that everything bad always happens to.
"Am I a bad person for not being able to take you as you are?" he finally looked me in the eyes. It looked like he had cried, and it felt like I was stabbed in my lungs.
"I don't think so," I said and placed my hand on top of his.
"So this is it then?" he asked and pulled his hand slowly away from mine.
"I guess so,"
"I love you, Aurora,"
"I love you too, Even," I stood up, so did he. We hugged, and then I left the café. My father had waited in the car, Even still sitting inside of the cafe, looking down at the table when we drove off.