Background: "Break-ups are hard, but making up is even harder." (Yes, it does get a happy ending...)
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Joshua: We need to talk. For real this time.
I slammed your phone on the desk, head in your hands. Joshua and I have been arguing non-stop for almost three weeks straight, with the last one only ending in silent treatments toward one another. It was going to be soon before one of us would eventually get tired of it. I let out a small sigh.
You: Your house or mine?
I sulked around the house waiting for a response. Ten minutes into sulking I heard a knock at the door. I inched my way towards the door, cracking it open. I saw Joshua standing there in nothing but a hoodie and some ripped up jeans. I widened the door, allowing him in. "We need to talk," he softly stated, as if he were tired. I gave him a small nod for him to continue. We sat on separate ends of the couch not facing each other. He didn't say anything for what seemed like ages. He finally turned to face me, but only for a few seconds. "We should break up," he finally spat out. I didn't speak for a while and just sat there. There was no use for tears since I already knew this is where the conversation was going. "We should," I mumbled. He looked at me shocked. He let out a small scoff. "That easy? Is it really that easy for you to let go," he spoke out of frustration. I only shrugged, trying to hide my true feelings. "Gosh! You're so damn difficult. That's your problem. Anytime I try just as little to try to get close to you, you just... you just build up this wall. And I try so hard to tear it down, but you just keep building and building. I can't believe I put so much time into you, just for you to shut me out so quickly," he spoke, voice cracking. He moved from the couch and towards the door. He looked at me once more but my back was turned. He slowly shook his head, softly closing the door behind him.
It has been almost a month since I talked to him. I see him when I'm passing by, but we always avoid eyes, well until today. I never wanted to go out since we broke up but my aunt was so persistent in me meeting her friend's nephew. Every since I told her about me and Joshua's breakup, she's been trying to be a matchmaker. I just sighed and went along with her to get her to stop bugging me about it. We met her friend at a nearby park where all the neighborhood kids would come to play, and the elders would meet to play card games or lay out in the sun. As we started to approach her, I noticed Joshua standing near the older lady. I cursed under my breath. His eyes found mine and then looked away. While my aunt and her friend started to converse about whatever it is that they talk about, they urged for Joshua and me to talk as well. I kept my hands underneath my arms as we walked along some trail. Neither one of us spoke but just continued walking. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, not looking at him. He didn't say anything. I grabbed his wrist making him stop. I huffed. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry that I'm afraid of being hurt. I'm sorry that I didn't want to let my guard down. I'm sorry that I didn't fight for you. I'm sorry, okay! I notice your effort and I want us to work again, and I understand if —" He put his finger to my lips, getting me to be quiet. "I want us to work too, but no more walls, okay," he smiled with questioning eyes. He reached for my hand, squeezing it. "No more walls," I mumbled.
A/N: I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written for this book. I think it is a bit "cliche," but what do you guys think?
