Heartbreak

1 | Atropos

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Atropos:
One of the Three Fates. She cut the thread that determined the time of one's death.

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Soundtrack:

Control – Halsey
Desperado – Rihanna
Powerful – Major Lazer ft. Ellie Goulding
She Knows – J. Cole
Crazy in Love (Remix) – Beyoncé
i hate u, i love u – gnash ft. olivia o'brien
Wonderless – Pierce the Veil
Lose Control – Glass Animals ft. joy Bada$$

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"I'm breaking up with you."

Carissa looked up from the illuminated screen of her phone momentarily and gave her boyfriend a look that said "Excuse me?" 

She rolled her eyes and popped the gum in her mouth before looking back down at her phone.

"No you're not."

Andrew gawked at the girl lying in bed in front of him, completely floored by her reaction. "Are you fucking kidding me Rissa? No, you don't get to decide that. I said I'm breaking up with you and that's exactly what I'm doing. Goodbye Carissa."

Carissa dropped her phone on the bed and closed her eyes, stretching languidly. She watched through half shut eyelids as Andrew's eyes raked her body, coming to a halt on the strip of skin of her stomach that became exposed. Rissa drew her arms down, then stretched again, slowly raising her arms back up, her fingers trailing on her clothes. She made sure to close her eyes fully and look away as she "accidentally" caught the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up higher, exposing more of her skin.

Carissa turned to look at Andrew in time to see him visibly gulp, a hesitant look on his face.

Men. How easily distracted they are.

"Andrew, darling," Carissa began, making her voice deep and sultry, "it's totally okay if you're tired of me. We have been hanging out quite a lot recently. Quite frankly, I'm a tad tired of you as well."

Andrew opened his mouth to speak, his eyebrows coming together in confusion, but Rissa ignored him, continuing to talk.

"Look sweetheart, how about you go on home and we can stay away from each other for a few days. We can meet back up next Friday evening for my sorority's soiree. Does that sound good to you?" Rissa twirled a piece of hair around her finger, pursing her lips and watching Andrew carefully.

"NO." Andrew ran his hand through his hair in anger and frustration. "I SAID I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU CARISSA."

Carissa sniffed slightly, looking mildly offended. "And I said that no, you're not."

Andrew threw his hands up in the air, his face contorting into an angry expression. 

"Look, you manipulative banshee, you do not get to decide what I feel for you. You do not get to decide how long I stay with you. And you definitely do not get to decide when I can walk away from this relationship. And in case you were wondering," Andrew rambled on, noticing the steely glare Rissa was giving him, "I don't feel anything for you except anger, contempt, and regret. I am no longer staying with you from this point on. And I am deciding to walk away from this relationship right now."

"I see," Rissa said quietly. 

She rose from the bed elegantly and walked forward, her sinewy body coming to a halt mere inches from Andrew. She looked deep into his eyes for a moment before lifting a hand up to gently caress the side of his face. Her fingers trailed lightly over his skin, coming to a halt on his lips. She slowly traced the outline of his lips before stopping, resting the tip of her index finger on the middle of his bottom lip.