I sigh, scratching my neck as my girlfriend of two, almost three years, gets in my car.
I love her, but it's the same thing everyday. At first I loved that we could just chill, but it's become routine now and it's boring honestly.
I'm glad we're comfortable enough to dress in sweats and just eat and watch movies, but I want someone I can go out with. I want to go to parties sometimes, I want to meet up with a bunch of friends and do something crazy. Nia isn't like that. She prefers to chill and stay in.
I love her, it's just not working for me anymore.
"Hey, baby." She kisses my cheek. "Is something wrong?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Me too." She frowns.
"You can go first." I gesture.
"How about on three?"
"Okay." I nod.
We count down from three, at the same time I say, "I think we should break up." She says,
"I think I'm pregnant."
We look at each other and she already has tears in her eyes.
"Why?" She asks.
"That spark isn't there, Nia. We do the same thing every day. I want to go out sometimes and we never do that." I sigh.
"Chres, baby, I can't go to parties."
"But it's not working for me. This, us. I like to chill too, but we never do anything new. We go to the same places, with the same people." I explain.
"Okay." She nods, a few tears slipping.
"But I will still be in our baby's life if you are pregnant, and I'd love it if we could be friends."
"Don't worry about it. I can take care of the baby on my own if there is one." She smiles at me a little before opening the door. "Enjoy your parties, Chres. I love you and be careful. I hope you have a nice life and I wish you the best."
"Nia-"
She closes her door and begins walking back into her house. We were supposed to move in together next week.
I sigh again, leaning back in my seat as I notice her holding onto the rail for support. After a minute, she wipes her face and keeps walking.
I didn't want it to end like this.
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"You did what?!" My mom yells.
"I broke up with Nia."
"Why would you do that?" She pops me upside the head.
"It just working." I answer, rubbing the spot she hit.
"That girl is the best thing that has ever happened to you. She got you away from those bad friends and parties. She saved you, Chres. You were with the wrong crowd and she helped." My mom shakes her head at me.
I just look down, knowing she's right.
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*Nia's POV*
Sniffing, I close the box and tape it up. After getting everything in my car, I drive to Chres' house. It's all his stuff and the stuff he bought for me. I can't keep it, it hurts so bad that he just up and left me like he did. For a stupid reason.
Last week we were fine. We were laughing and happy. Now look at us.
I use my key to bring the boxes inside and go get my belongings. Since we were in the process of moving in together, it was already packed and I just had to put them in my car.
"Ni?" Chres asks, making me jump. I sit the picture of us back down and grab the last two boxes.
"I'm almost finished getting my stuff." He wasn't supposed to be home this early.
"Nia, we might be having a baby together." He reminds me.
"I know." My voice cracks. "I wanted us to be a family."
"I-"
"I understand." I send him a weak smile. "We're only twenty-five. Go have fun, meet someone who's like you. It's okay."
"Nia, I didn't want it to end like this."
"Me either." I thought he was my forever.
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*Chres POV*
Walking around the mall, I notice Nia with two of her friends. She doesn't look happy. They were trying to cheer her up.
I walk over to say hello and talk to her about this baby situation and I hear a piece of their coversation.
"I told you, no one wants to be with someone who has anxiety." I frown hearing Niya say this. I didn't break up with her because she has anxiety.
"Sweetie, it's not that. If he wants to make bad decisions, that's on him. Your anxiety is not a problem and not a reason for anyone to leave you."
"He wanted to party with people. The only reason I can't go to parties is because of my anxiety." She reminds her friend.
"So what?" Her other friend asks. "If he wants to be with someone he can be wild with and who will let him ruin his life, that's on him."
"I love him." Nia sighs.
"I know. But you're going to get through this." Violet promises.
"No, I'm not." Nia shakes her head.
Then I walk closer. I need to talk to her.
"Nia?" I ask.
"What do you want?" Violet glares at me.
"I just want to talk to her." I say.
"Why? So you can make her feel worse? You should be ashamed of yourself. Breaking up with her so you can party? You rather get drunk than spend your life with someone who loves you and cares about you. She wants you to do good." Violet snaps.
"I'm trying to make things right." I tell her.
"I need to talk to him anyway." Nia sniffs.
"We'll be over there. We can handle it if you need us to."
"I got it." She tells them.
They leave and I sit beside her. Time to talk things out with my baby. I miss her. Letting go was the worst mistake of my life.
Part two? No update for My Teacher or In Love with My Kidnapper tonight. There will be one tomorrow. I didn't have time to write a full, good chapter. But, today was my last exam. That means no more school for the next couple weeks and I will be updating my actual stories again.
~Michele
