Our Story.

Facing the truth

She doesn't care.

Why should she? 

You're nothing to her. 

She used you.

She played you.

You were just a toy.

You aren't worth it.

Not anymore anyways.

I cried that night, as those thoughts ignited my heart, or what was left of it. Crumbling into pieces like I was a broken puzzle piece, played by a toddler, pieces thrown around, lost under sofas and in-between floor boards, left to collect dust. I couldn't stand the room I stayed in that night. All of it plastered with memories of her, staining me with even more pain. 

Tears didn't stop that night, it didn't stop as I fell asleep, I felt myself fill with pain, I feel it numbing me. I felt empty that night as I dream of her; breaking my heart over and over again.

***

"Hey Emma!" I looked around, with one earbud in and the other one hanging on my shoulder. I see a guy, Landon, coming up to me, he was 'cute' I guess? I was holding my novel in my hands as I look up to him. He came up to me with a wide smile. "You were pretty into that, took me a few times to get your attention." 

"Oh, sorry about that." I said while I took out my earbud. "Why'd you call?"

"Oh, I was just wondering, if you wanted to, hang out tonight? By the cafe, maybe?" He scratched the back of his neck. I looked at him for a while. His hair was combed back, a few flyaway. I frowned a little. Am I busy later?

"Hmm, sure." I shrugged. "I don't think I have anything later tonight. " 

His nervous aura changed and he smiled widely, "Great! I'll see you tonight? At 7 p.m." I nod and he left me to my stuff again. 

As I was getting ready for the dinner tonight, my phone pinged. I looked at the lit up screen. Alex had sent a message.

Hey. How are you?

 My heart froze. My mind went into a frenzy. Why was Alex texting me again? I left my hometown, I chose a specific university to be away from her, so why does she have to do this? 

Hi. I'm good. I texted back. I wanted to keep it short. I didn't want to be hung up, again. I slipped  into my sundress and a pair of black flats. I had no intention of wearing makeup as I never really wore makeup on campus. All of a sudden, there was banging on my room door, it was open a minute later.

It was my very outgoing best friend. Sasha, she had her hair down and was wearing a off shoulder t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants with flipflops. "Where are you going all dressed up?" She looked at me up and down, " wear the orange flats with bow." She lands on my bed comfortably. 

I quickly change my flats, "Landon invited me to dinner by the cafe." I smiled at her and twirled. She gives me a thumbs up and a smile, my phone pings again. Alex.

I think my facial expression gave it away. " Are you still texting that two timing bitch?" Venom dripping in every word she said. I shook my head. 

"Don't call her that." She glared at me, for defending her. "She was just asking how I am, no big deal."

"Stop defending that fuck, God, I'm tired of seeing you so hung up on that girl while she already has a girlfriend. And the fact that the stupid girlfriend is starting to have similar characteristics as you is fucking creepy." She closes her eyes, rubbing her temples. I frowned deeply and went to check the message.

Am I disturbing you?

Yes, I thought, you're disturbing me and I like it, I'm supposed to be moving on. "Look, Emma." I looked up to Sasha. She sighs and goes up to me. Her hands take my phone away from me. " Leave it, don't text her back, Landon is probably waiting for you. Let's go." And go, we did. Sasha and I left the room with my phone in my drawer, leaving the text on read.

I am sorry.  I said internally as I think back at the message. You're happily with someone else. I guess I shouldn't intrude anymore. I shouldn't hang on and wait for you. I'm sorry.