Shakespeare Makes More Then Plays

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I guess I should write how I get so opinionated. Having to fight all of my fights does that I guess. Maybe being an actress is what I do? All I know is being so opinionated couldn't help what I was about to face. I don't even think I could persevere normally.

Maybe I was lucky.

Was it really luck though?

It all started about a year back. I had been at school the whole day, grinning, pink nail polish gleaming, I also pretending not to notice my glares of hatred from the bitches who're jealous.

Basically a normal day from me.

My long golden hair glittered behind me as I managed to spot my boyfriend.

Shit.

The most crowded place in school too. Perfect way to break my heart.

Yet I still find him handsome. I wonder where he got his mask? No one normally looks that perfect do they?

My heart began to pound as he opened his mouth to speak. I knew what was coming...

But what should I say?

I've never been on the receiving end of a break up. Even playing pretend as a child. I was- no, I am- a heart breaker.

"Shay! I wanted to talk to you..." he began. God, I'll miss his damn curly hair that'd get caught on my fingers as we kissed.

"It's about us." He continues. How have I never noticed what a pretty shade of green his eyes are. They look like emeralds. What am I seeing in them? Regret? Hatred?

"Wh-what are you trying to say Ian?" I ask him, his name sliding out of my mouth like honey. Yet I stuttered. Stuttering is weakness, Shay-shay doesn't have any.

"I'm saying..." he inhales, like he's summoning courage. I don't know if I can handle this.

"I'm saying we should break up."

The words hit me like a knife to the heart. I'm okay though.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm.... okay.

I'm... I'm okay.

I'm not okay.

I see clearly know that his eyes show fear and sadness. Is that remorse I also detect?

"Really? I... if you think that's best I trust you. Although I'll miss it. Us kissing on the mountain, staring up at the stars, our moonlit walks across the shore, our Sundays taken for films. I understand. I shall miss you and how you made me feel Ian." The shock on his face was like an ecstasy pill. He looked so thankful with how I reacted. He smiled at me.

"Shay-bear I gotta say, I'll miss those Sundays... could we still do them? As friends of course but... you know what I mean." He responded lightly.

I nodded, doing all I could to choke back tears and hide my expression. I'm not supposed to miss him damn it!

"That would be great." With my ending words we parted. Going opposite directions, by now a quarter of the school knows.

Fortunately it doesn't effect my reputation.

Sadly what I'm about to do may.

After being out of that room, I made a mad dash for the washroom, biting my lip.

Almost there.

So close.

Shay!

Come on!

Move faster!!

Slipping inside I begin to cry. Mascara gliding down my face with the tears.

Nothing could help me. Or so I thought.

I heard footsteps. They were loud and obnoxious, fantastic. All I needed was them right now. These bitches won't stop will they? I begin calming my breathing. Thinking about how much better I'll be without him. I'll be better... right?