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Unfortunately that night I didn't get any messages from Chris, instead I got 15 from David. Honestly I didn't even want to go out with him. It just felt good to think that a guy thought I was attractive. I let out a deep sigh whilst pulling on something to sleep in. For whatever reason I grabbed another muscle tank instead of just wearing the one I previously had on. I paired it with a pair of sweatpants, hopping around as I pulled them on, then went to the bathroom.
I was taking out my contacts, the horrible buggers, when I heard a knocking come from downstairs. The noise sent Bandit into a blaze of acknowledging yips. I was so surprised by the notion that my glasses fell into the sink with a clatter. Fishing them out I quickly whipped the water from the lenses while galloping down the stairs in a pair of toms I had thrown on to keep my feet warm. I slipped my glasses onto my visage, opening the door.
My eyebrows furrowed. "Hi?" I called out to the man standing on the porch.
"I forgot my wallet." he answered. I let him in, an eerie silence fell over us. I wanted to say something to him, but I got the feeling that he had already heard it from all my messages. He left as quickly as he came. I sighed. Was it too much for me to ask for more than four words? I turned back, but something stopped me. Peering beyond the glass I saw Chris still out there. His head towards the ground and hands on his hips. I couldn't see his face as he was turned towards the street.
"Chris," I opened the door,"What are you doing?"
He turned around, his posture still the same. Finally he huffed. "I don't - I don't know what to say, Heather," his voice came out croaky and hoarse. All I could do was nod as he continued. "I just feel like, I feel like." He heaved another sigh, "I don't really know what I feel. You've got me so pent up about today that I can't even think straight. I don't even know why I'm wasting my time here." He turned his back on me.
"Well I don't know either. I'm just as confused as you." My voice came out taut. "I don't get what I did wrong. I spoke with other guys, big deal." I tried to remain calm but it wasn't working, I broke stride. He turned back to look at me, opening his mouth to speak, then turned back and marched down the steps. "Chris," I uttered softly.
"What Heather," his voice was tight. "What do you want?" it trembled now as he looked me directly in the eye, standing beside his car. Tears seemed to prick in both our eyes. When I looked away he took that as his cue to leave. I ran down the steps to catch him before he left.
The window rolled down so I could speak to him, I crouched beside the window. I went to speak but he spoke first. "I think we should take a break from each other." He didn't look at me, but tears streamed down both out faces. Maybe he didn't want me to see him cry, but he did. I nodded, stepping away so he could drive away.
Back in my bed I cuddled into a pile of blankets whilst I sipped hot chocolate out of an owl mug. The steamy drink always seemed to cheer me up or calm me down. So did writing in my journal. Just letting those emotions bubble to the surface and then fade away into a permanent hiding place was like a natural sedative. I shut the journal, resting it next to my mug on my nightstand. I then cuddled into Bandit with a sigh.
The following morning there was no clatter of dishes or hint of laughter in the air. My home felt dark, secluded, empty, the list goes on. Andrew was going to be here soon so I decided not to dwell too long on the nothingness I felt.Using an app on my phone I switched on the speakers in my home, blasting uplifting music through the apartment.
I danced around as I got ready, cleaning up messes and doing laundry. I whipped my hair around, letting each rhythm take my body to have fun. I was feeling great until I heard the doorbell. I was still in my sleepwear and my hair was a mess by the looks of what I saw in the mirror. Nevertheless I opened the door once I had turned the music off. I brushed my hair out of my face.
