The silence never ended it was only until my alarm rang that the thoughts stopped coming. I was going to call in sick for work until I realised I don't have a 9 to 5 job. But still, I had work to do. I pulled out my phone and began texting Laurel Van Andel, my best friend and former coworker.
💡Victoria💡: Good morning
✨Laurel✨ : U 2
💡Victoria💡 : When do u want to start shooting?
✨Laurel✨ : Maybe 2:30
✨Laurel✨ : Or 10: 30
💡Victoria💡: 2:30 is good
✨Laurel✨ : k
✨Laurel✨ : see u then
💡Victoria💡: k see u later
As I got out of bed and intuitively walked straight to the bathroom to do my morning routine I, it dawned on me.
How the hell did he know where I lived?
We broke up just before I was about to leave for my student-exchange program in Switzerland (thank god). After that, I did a full transfer to study full time in Switzerland. Any form of contact from mutual friends to Instagram usernames was non-existence. To be fair my Instagram isn't private, anyone can find out I live in London but to know my address that's a whole nother level of what the hell.
"Ow," I jumped as I poked my right eye with my liquid eyeliner. Holding my eye shut I began to wonder how I would get my answers after all this is real life, not a film noir, maybe I could consult a private detective then again I'm not very keen on spending money like that.
Grabbing my coat off a hook, I ran down the stairs and left my flat.
YOU ARE READING
If Only We Held On
General FictionI held on to you the way I wanted you to hold on to me. But instead, you left. Without a single word for me to remember you by. So now not only have I lost them. I've lost you. I've lost us. And most of all I lost me.
