A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Half A Heart

*Felix*

I wake up and am startled by the empty bed. I call for Marzia and it all comes back to me in flashes. That girl betrayed me. She just wants to feel important, as if i didn't ensure that she did every day. She overreacted to me watching porn. Isn't it what every man watches? I decide to take my mind off things and focus on the positives I have. I have a house to myself; I can pay for myself and the dog; I can basically do whatever I want. The doorbell rings and I let out a groan of frustration. Why has she come back after all that she said?

Is it because she still loves me?

I walk towards the door and open it, and to my relief and disappointment, I see the mailman. He hands me the familiar envelope. I thank him and close the door softly. Maya gallops across the hall but i don't want her anywhere near me. I pour out some dog food and lead her away. I place the paycheck in the shelf and I look at my bed again. She has left several clothes behind all of which i have bought for her.  so did she leave her big, flowery suitcase. I sit at the foot of the bed. I think about the times we had together, and the lithe in her eyes whenever she looked at me. The tingle of her fingertips on my skin, the soft texture of her lips, the way she enjoyed our company, it felt like...

What i said was wrong. Maybe she loved me so much that she didn't expect me to watch porn and stuff, but it isn't like i have just started watching. It has been a habit for me since high school. She thought me watching porn is a form of cheating. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But did she really have to leave? What would she have done if she didn't have the suitcase?

Is it her fault or is it mine?

I play the conversation back in my head and listen to every single word that both of us said (or yelled, if you may) to each other. I wince when i hear myself basically saying i watch porn to replace her and the lack of our sex life. I wince when i hear myself telling her I'll find a new girlfriend, that's from Sweden. I wince again when i told her that i am done with her. She had every right to walk out on me and the only person i hate right now is I, for being such a monster. I didn't even care to see where Marzia even was; or how she is. I pick up my phone which was lying on the floor and fumble for Marzia's number. The service provider mentions that the number i am calling is switched off. I call Marzia's mother's number and to my relief, the ringing tune plays. I hear her mother's voice from the other side and I hear some animated yelling in what i assume is in Italian. The phone line cuts abruptly and i let out a sigh. So even her parents know about this. The doorbell rings once again and i rush towards the door and open it. I receive a slap across my face as soon as i do.

"What is that for?"

"For mistreating my best friend."