Spilled Wine

Chapter One

That is Amelia played by the gorgeous Margot Robbie

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Amelia's P.O.V

"What the fuck do you mean?!" my mouth agape as a stare at him in shock.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you Amelia," he says "it just happened." Nervously Nate scratches the back of his head. He just stands there. Stands there mocking me. My rage builds and I realize I've had enough.

A sharp sound echos through the room and Nate grabs his cheek as I yell back.

"What so your dick accidentally fell into her vagina?!" my hands are clenched into fists at my sides and shaking with anger. I don't know what to do at this point. His was my safe haven. He was the friend I confided in. Male wise that is. I did have my girlfriends but there were somethings you had to share with a guy that you couldn't exactly tell a girl. 

I look up at him never realizing my eyes were down. My vision blurs with tears that I will not let fall. I am known as the strong, rebellious girl that never expresses negative feelings. When I was still in school, I was that girl. I was either feared or adored. But somehow I ended up with Nate. 

I remember that day clearly. I was sitting on the top of the desk talking to my closest friends Jessica and Emily. We were laughing over something really stupid when they got really quiet and smiled at something behind me. I whip my head around and my eyes catch Nate's.  He politely smiles and a grins back. I turn my head back to my friends and try to continue talking but they are still smiling.   

"What?" I ask.

"You should date him." Jess bluntly states. 

"Well, I mean you'd look cute together." Emily says trying to run over that statement Jess jumped at.  

I throw my head back and laugh. "Me? and him? He's too much of a good boy." 

"I don't know..." Emily begins, "it might happen." 

And with one look behind me, the rest was history.

But right now, that's exactly what he is to me: History.

I brush a stray blonde hair out of my face and gather all my strength to form a reply.

"You know what? I really don't care anymore. You never meant anything to me anyways."

As I walk out of his apartment almost in slow motion. Every moment, every date, every night we spent together flashing though my eyes, till I came to a realization

I loved him. Yes that's true. But I was never in love with him.

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I walk quickly to my apartment still not allowing tears to flow until I'm alone. I jam the key into the lock but it wont go in due to my shaking hands. Finally it goes in and I twist the key and push open the door. It slams against the wall and a tremor passes through the apartment. I close it and throw myself onto my bed in my room and kick of my ankle boots. 

I stare up at my ceiling that I painted  like the sky with different shades of white and grey puffy clouds passing by. I wanted it so I could fly away at any point. To go somewhere else. And never before had I had the desire, the need  to leave. I finally let the tears roll down my face and the salty tears spread into my mouth. I've never been a dramatic crier.  I do not scream out and shake uncontrollably. I only have tears stream down my face and my eyes get slightly red and puffy. If you couldn't see my eyes you'd never know I was crying. I don't know if that's a pro or a con.