I was so tired of listening to Cedric's uninterested voice every time I said anything. We'd been together for 3 years. Everyone always commented on just how perfect we were together, and I thought the same thing at first. But after so long of being together, he just doesn't seem to care about anything that has to do with me.
Maybe it's normal after being with someone for a long time. Maybe people just get bored of each other after a while. But I think this is different. He just acts as if he wants nothing to do with me anymore.
We were in my basement on the big, brown sectional. And as always, I was trying way too hard to get a reaction from him.
"Cedric?"
"Mandy?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
I sighed. "Then why are you barely even looking at me?"
"Why do you always think I have to look at you for hours on end?"
I looked into my lap. "I didn't say you had to do that."
Cedric stood up abruptly. "I have to go home, babe. I have to be at work by eight tomorrow."
I just nodded and without another word, he walked out of the room. I listened as he walked up the creaky steps and out the front door.
I was angry. I was so angry. I got up and ran up the steps and out the front door, but by the time I made it out to the porch, his midnight blue Neon was nowhere in sight.
It was sprinkling, as was typical for late April. I stood where I was for a minute, just feeling the raindrops hit against my skin and soak into my hair and clothes. Then I screamed. It was a loud, frustrated scream that echoed through the night.
"Can I just be good enough to actually make you feel something?" I yelled, even though I knew Cedric was long gone.
A second later, a lanky red headed guy rode by on a bike, screaming, "You're perfect, and you make me feel alive!"
