Aching for a Breaking

Chapter 1

It had a few years now and I still miss him. No matter how hard I try I just can't comprehend why it happened. I thought it was meant to be. I thought he was the one. But I was wrong, I got myself in quite the trouble at 19. I've cried myself to sleep many nights. I keep it to myself though. Not even my closest friend, Selena, knows. The light turns green and I hit the gas.

"I shouldn't be down here," I said into the phone. Selena on the other line sighed.

"You wanted to see it again, didn't you?" she asked. "Yeah, I just, I don't know." "It won't hurt anyone, as long as the paparazzi don't see you, you'll be okay."

It started sprinkling the rain. My stomach rumbled loudly. My nervousness was getting the best of me. I pulled up at his small apartment. It had a large "FOR SALE" sign in the window. I get out of my car and put my hood over my head. I pull out some sunglasses and hurry to the door.

"It has got to be locked," I mumbled to myself worrisome. I fumble with the handle and it suddenly opens, causing me to fall in. I catch myself, though, and quickly close the door. My hand fumbles to find the lights. I flip the switch and the house is lit up with light. I pull down my hood and take off my sunglasses.

I walk to the kitchen, remembering that day. It was autumn and I found a new pumpkin bread recipe. I briefly remember us dancing and then he left me standing by myself in the kitchen. I sigh deeply, running my finger along the stove, not any dust on it at all. Wonder why, he's had this place for sale for a few months now. I walk into the old living room. I sit, cross legged, for lack of furniture on the floor.

I hesitate, putting my hand on the bedroom door. That's where we shared stories and laughed. We sang songs together. We kissed there.

A tear forms in the corner of my eye. Allowing it to run down my cheek, I open the door. I immediately realize the smell, the smell of him. But why would his smell be here still yet? The room is empty. Just walls and a window. Nothing to leave his scent.

"He's been here not too long ago," I think out loud. Nervously, I walk to the front door. I put my headphones on, along with my sunglasses and hood. I rush to my car, slamming the door and hurry down the road.

~Counting my footsteps, praying the floor won't fall through, again...~