She had been lying in bed, her headphones plugged in as she listened to sad love songs that weren't really helping her get by. She was constantly scolding herself for listening—and even making a playlist—to songs that reminded her of them; of him.
Part of her knew that doing so would only make her sadder and make it harder to move on. But she found a special kind of comfort in listening to others sing about the same pain and nostalgia she was feeling. It meant she wasn't the only one who felt that way.
And so she decided to continue that bad habit, calmly listening to the sappy melodies in the dark.
"Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing
Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance
I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing
But I learned from my dad that it's good to have feelings
When love and trust are gone
I guess this is moving on
Everyone I do right does me wrong
So every lonely night, I sing this song."
She felt a strange feeling come over her as she listened to the words. So accurate—it was almost scary at how similar the song was to her situation. She then began to wonder why things had to turn out like they did. It didn't seem fair.
What was the point of it all? Why did they cross paths so many times just for no reason?
She had heard that everything was for a reason. That there was a purpose behind every person that crossed your path. And yet, he had just vanished.
Sure, what they had in the past was so much more intimate than a regular relationship. It was more genuine care than just lust. But at the end of the day, he threw it all away and all she was left with was a bittersweet memory of it. How was that fair?
For a second, she wondered if she should dial his number. She knew it was a stupid thing to do but she just wanted to hear his voice. A moment later, she bit her lip and shook off the foolish thought. What was the point of that? It would just make things worse. He didn't miss her anyways.
But suddenly, she felt her heart stop when his name popped up on her screen, cutting off the sappy music she had grown so fond of.
Was she hallucinating?
She blinked a couple of times, trying to make sure she hadn't fallen asleep and all of this was just a dream.
But it wasn't. It was very much real.
She slowly tapped on the 'answer' option, cautiously putting the phone up to her ear, scared of the words and the voice she would probably hear in just a few seconds.
"Hello?" She whispered, her heart coming alive again and beating faster than any heart could ever handle.
"Hi."
Her chest tightened. That voice. Oh, she had missed it more than any song could ever express. And it was sweeter than any melody she could ever listen to.
Suddenly, without meaning to, her eyes started overflowing with silent tears. She had so much to say but she knew she couldn't speak a single word or she would break out into a fit of sobs. He could never hear her like that.
So she hung up.
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Misconceptions
Short Story"They were addicted to reminiscing on the past." A book of deep thoughts and short scenes on both a girl and a boy who used to be in love. Metaphors, analogies, and all that good stuff included.
