When people say you never know what you have until it's gone, they really do mean it. For Andy Edwards, she's been through enough in her lifetime to know that she can't always get what she wants. Life just keeps throwing her curveballs and there are...
"Hours. She hasn't ate or drank anything. I don't know what to do." Their voices seemed muffled even though I knew they were standing in the doorway. I didn't bother looking up at them, I knew they would look at me differently. It was Adam and Lexie, of course. They had tried to talk to me, but I couldn't form a sentence. My throat was sore from crying all throughout the night and my lips felt chapped and sore.
The curtains were covering the window, keeping the bright morning sun out of the apartment and I was thankful. It seemed so nice out but I didn't care. I knew I wouldn't be leaving the apartment any time soon, especially looking the way I did. I knew that my cheeks were covered in mascara-stained tears and my hair was a wreck from pulling at it all night. I was a mess. Why? Why me?
"Andy, do you want something to eat? Pizza, maybe?" At the mere mention of food I felt nauseous, I didn't feel like eating. I shook my head and closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness of the room. I only wanted to sleep, I was exhausted. But I couldn't close my eyes without see Elliot walk away from me. I felt as if I was there, experiencing it all over again and I only wanted it to stop. The tears came again as I thought about him. Dammit, Andy. Get your shit together.
I was also crying over the fact that I let a man turn me into a damn mess. A MAN. I wasn't like this, no. I hadn't felt this way since Lucas left me, but even then it wasn't this bad. I was normally so collected and unaffected, what the hell happened? I had never been so vulnerable in my life. Was true love really like this? Because what people said in movies was such bullshit. No man deserved the tears of a woman, but here I was heartbroken because of Elliot. What was happening to me? What had changed?
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"Andy," Adam crouched down next to me, offering a small smile. Pity. I sure as hell didn't want it. "You have to eat something. I'll go make you some of your favorite noodles, okay?" I couldn't tell him no even though I was sure I wasn't going to eat any. I felt the bed dip next to me and knew Lexie had climbed in with me. Her arm pulled me over so I was facing her, our eyes met briefly. I bit my lip to prevent the tears from flowing and I looked away from her. I seemed so weak, so helpless. She knew I needed the comfort without even asking me; she was such a great friend.
"Cry, Andy. Let it go." She whispered softly. She rubbed my arm and soon, I was sobbing once again.
"I don't get it. Why does this happen to me?" My voice was scratchy and I flinched at how awful I sounded. It reminded me of the day my father past away and that made me cry harder. It was starting to become all the pent up anger and sadness over the years that had built up. I was crying enough for two people and that I was certain.
She sighed, "Everyone goes through a heartbreak. Everyone experiences it at least once in their life and for some reason, you got fucked. But that doesn't mean you deserve it. Some dude or something said that God won't give you more than you can handle. Sometimes I believe that's such bullshit, but I think you can handle this. Andy, you're the strongest person I've ever met," I wiped the tears away from my eyes as more spilled out. "I'll kill him if you want me to. I'll rip his heart out and feed it to the wolves." That was why I loved Lexie, during any incident or problem, she knew how to make you laugh.
