The Heart-Break [Short-Story]

06; The ending.

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The Heart - Break

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06

My eyes, I felt them burn. I cried too much, and I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled. The last time I felt good.

Yes, I knew that I looked pathetic, and weak, but I didn’t care. All I could think of was John, how I found him kissing another girl, how I found that he was just too into it to notice that I even entered.

The girl was the one who noticed, and pushed John away. She turned to me, and looked down to the ground, biting her lip before pushing me slightly to the side, and ran away.

My eyes were wide open. I didn’t have the chance to get the idea through my head, to me it just seemed unreal, unbelievable, and weird.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. He stared at my eyes, not looking down or changing his position. I didn’t know what to do, and he seemed like it too.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I removed my –most likely – puffy eyes from the ground, and looked at the door’s direction.

“Mom I to-“ I stopped my mouth from continuing the sentence when I saw who was standing there. She was holding the straps of her bag really tightly, gazing away from my eyes, not daring to look directly at them.

“You didn’t come to school for a whole week.” She finally uttered after staying quiet for a few seconds. I just looked at her, examining her. She was wearing her black, thick hoodie, though the weather outside was okay. Her black jeans were way too big to fit her nicely.

I looked outside my window. Everything looked dull in my eyes, and I knew that I was being dramatic, and way too emotional. But just thinking about what happened makes my chest tighten, and my throat to dry.

I felt heart-broken.

“Are you okay?” I shook my head. No, I wasn’t okay, I felt bad, really bad. It was as if I was sick.

The worst thing is that every time I think of him, I get negative thoughts. What did I do wrong? Was I even worth it? Was I that pathetic?

I probably was, because in my head, I had no answer to why he had done something like that to me.

I heard Becky sigh, and the sound of her footsteps followed. The bed dipped a little when she sat next to me, her hand touched my back, and even without turning around to look at her face, I knew that she would be giving me a sad smile.

“I’m alright.” It was clearly a lie. My voice said it all, it was thick with sadness, it was really bad, it came out as if I was dying.

“No you’re not, you are just saying that so you wouldn’t make me feel bad.” She shoved me lightly, chuckling a little. I tried to chuckle, I really tired, but it was no use. I turned to look at her with no smile.

“You were right.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “About John, you were right.” My fingers were on my lap. They were the only distraction, I could get now. “I saw him last week, with some girl, kissing each other.” I chuckled humorlessly, but it died halfway, so it came out as a choke.