My Mind Is An Odd Place: A Collection of Mostly Sad, Odd Stories.

Said You Wouldn't

*Warning- Vulgar language ahead.

I paced along the empty road, the air freezing my lungs, waiting for them to get so cold that they snap off and I fall to my death and then the howling wind can gnaw away at the remaining heat in my body. The sidewalk was slightly frosted over and there was some black ice. I scoff, stepping around it.

 "Not breaking my arm today, sorry." I mumble under my breath, a puff of fog coming from my mouth as I do. I mostly continued to stare at the sidewalk, avoiding each patch of awaiting death (Okay, maybe I'm a bit dramatic.) and not paying attention to where I was headed. Or at least, that was the case until I heard a voice ahead of me. A familiar voice at that.

"Sir, please, I need to get to the airport, as soon as possible." The voice argued into the window of a taxi. I squinted, trying to see his features and identify him. As quietly as I possibly could, I crept up to the man. I finally could pick out a few things from him, but I couldn't see his face because it was still stuffed through the window. That's when it struck me. 

"What are you doing?" I almost screamed. The man jumped, hitting his head on the edge of the window sill of the car. Groaning, he slowly turned to me. 

"Why are you here?!" He yelled. I started to tear up. In front of me stood my boyfriend of who knows how long. 

"Don't tell me you're taking that trip. We fucking talked about this!" I shouted, anger exploding through my sorrow. A look of remorse and regret flickered in his eyes as they shone from the street light above us.

"I have to go, I don't have a damn choice! How about you stop being so selfish and just let me do what I need to?! I'm so done with your shit and I need a break!" He yelled, tears starting to form in his eyes. I stepped back a bit, hurt from his words.

"Oh, so I'm the selfish one. I guess so." I half mumbled. I started to shake, either from the cold or the anger welling up. "I'm the fucking selfish one, you wanting a luxury trip to your family in the islands without me. I wonder why I can't go god dammit, what exactly are you hiding from me? And we had plans for Christmas even." 

"It's just another Christmas, it's not like you can't go without me on one. Go have some fucking drinks with friends and party all you want." He hissed harshly, clenching his teeth. 

"Just another Christmas? Oh just another damn Christmas, now is it? I guess so. Fine. Leave. See if I care when you get back. I'll have moved on by then." I said, trying not to choke on my tears. He squinted at me, rage in his eyes, all remorse removed from them. 

"Okay, find, bye then!" He screamed, jumping into the taxi and angrily mumbling directions. I slowly raised my head as the taxi started to depart. I broke down when those two red lights faded down a turn. Collapsing to my knees, I pulled out a small box from my pocket. Memories hit me like a train as I traced my thumb along the seam. 

"Let's reverse the roles. 2 months. Whoever can keep up with it best wins." He chuckled. 

"What?" I mumbled into his chest before slowly pulling my head up to look at him. 

"The typical boyfriend girlfriend roles. Lets reverse them." He said, smiling. "I. Dare. You." A devilish smirk spread across my face. 

"Sure, why not and whoever wins will finally be the ultimate winner in the relationship." I said with a mocking tone, laughing afterwards.

"Deal." he said, snuggling into my lap. I broke out into laughter and started planning out the months.

"I was about to win you idiot." I sobbed. I slowly pushed open the box in my hands and it revealed the ring that brought me so much anxiety at one point. It shone in the light and glinted brightly. 

"It would of looked nice on you." I mumbled to no one in particular. "You said you wouldn't ever leave but look at what you just did." I said, crying even more. I sighed and pulled myself up off the ground, shoving the box in my pocket. My knees felt as if they were about to fall off, if that was even possible. Though I continued to trudge my way back home. 

"Maybe I'll get some money off the ring." I sighed, shoving my hand in my pocket to grasp the box again. 

"You said you wouldn't and you fucking did."

(A/N): Whoops. May or may not have based that line off "I hate u I love u" by Gnash. c: