Unexpected

Chapter 31.

Three days. The worst three days of my life.

Day one: My heart was constantly beating stronger at the thought of him calling me at any second. I was often typing him a text apologising for whatever I did or said and that I truly and painfully missed him. I deleted the text ten times before I actually send it to him accidentally.

Day two: I was crying myself to sleep because I didn't understand why he was being so cold to me. He could at least reply to my text and say that he's angry with me and I would make anything for him to forgive me. Even if I didn't nothing wrong. I called him two times on that night. My chest was hurting inside like a painful and heavy beating and my head was pounding of crying so much.

Day three: I didn't feel nothing. I poured it all out. I couldn't eat and every time I allowed myself to sleep I would wake up screaming and crying my heart out. I was feeling empty inside and it was hurting so much I could barely stand my lungs raising my chest. I was in pain and I just wanted him to be here with me.

Day four:

I take a shower and grab a black sweater and black skinny jeans. I feel so empty and numb inside. I try to hide the hideous circles under my eyes with concealer and grab my books to go to school.

I don't know how my heart can manage to beat faster at the thought of seeing him after three days spent alone on my room.

My mother didn't ask much about it. She was constantly hugging me and telling me it was okay to feel hurt. That it would be just a phase. She would bring me a tray with a teapot and toasts with strawberry jam but I couldn't make myself to eat them.

"Ems! I missed you! Are you feeling better from the flu?" Sophia asks me as she pulls me to a gentle hug. I try to hug her back but somehow my body feels to emotionless to welcome any trace of affection.

"Yeah, I'm feeling better." I lie. She gives me a comforting smile and I try to smile her back but I just can't. I know I look horrible and broken. My eyes are terribly swollen and I know I look ill. I hate myself. I hate it.

"Have you talked to Albert?" Sophia asks me and I feel something inside my chest snap at the sound of his name.

"No-no." I stutter. I feel my whole body shivering and trembling that it's hard for me to walk. My body has been through so many overwhelming anxiety attacks that I'm terrified I will have one in front of everyone.

"He's has been so quiet and closed to himself. He barely eats and he instantly goes to his room and locks himself inside. He doesn't let anyone to approach to him not even Ellen and it's driving his mum crazy."

Oh, he's feeling the same as I am. I thought he didn't care about me anymore. I thought he didn't cared for me.