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30: He Finds Out The Truth

Above is how I picture Theo Robertson

Theo's POV:

It had been 2 weeks since Isa left my apartment and it was killing me.

Everywhere I went, an object or an area reminded me of her.

She had gotten rid of me but me, she was instilled in my brain.

On the couch, she would fall asleep on my lap watching TV.

In the kitchen she would sing loudly to songs off her phone, she would take the spatula like a microphone and sing into it.

Her smile lights up any room and was so contagious, anybody around her couldn't help but smile too.

Her empty room reminded me of nights we stayed up talking about everything and anything.

God, I missed her.

I felt like such a coward that night. I had left, and instead of agreeing to be her friend, I had told her off completely.

At this point, I rather half of her than none at all.

I missed her so much that it hurts, it was this consuming feeling when I thought of her that I couldn't sleep or focus in school.

It was to the point where I was calling people her name by accident.

I knew she didn't feel the same about me, I should have known it the 3 years she was with James, I knew she would never look at me that way.

I wonder if she pitied me. If the only reason she kissed me back was because she felt bad for me.

But it didn't explain the way she touched me, the way she moaned my name.

Maybe some part of her did want to be with me but this was getting frustrating.

I knew what I wanted, who I wanted but everything had to be analyzed for her.

Isaiah is supposed to meet me for pizza and I was happy to have an excuse away from this hell.

It was weird how Isa and I not speaking changed things, like how it'd usually be us getting pizza.

To make matters worse, Ivey's wedding was around the corner and so was Isa's birthday, and Valentine's.

I was slowly starting to hate February and it's supposed to be filled with love and Black History.

All I could think about is Isabella Jennings.

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"Hey man, thanks for meeting me," I tell Isaiah as he sits across from me.

"Of course. Isabella took Hazel to the mall with her anyways... oh, sorry, you probably don't want to hear about that."

He says to me, taking up the menu beside him and I shake my head.

"Isaiah, it's okay if you talk about her, how is she doing?"

He looked up at me over the menu before saying, "Honestly, she looks sad and lost. I don't fully know what's going on between the both of you but it's hitting her hard. I think it's even harder because the one person who she wants to talk to, isn't talking to her."

I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

I wanted to talk to her too but it wasn't that simple.

Her kissing me back was like opening a can of worms that should have stayed put.

At least before I was capable of being in the same room with her, now all I see is her undressed, against me.