Catfished

III

Grace's PoV-

When I came back from France, I didn't talk to her for a few days. I didn't want to go back on the chat and relive what happened. I couldn't face messaging her, but I still had more questions about why she did it.

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It was now August (2016) and I was on my summer break from school for 7 weeks. I started talking to Brooke again but keeping the conversations to a minimum. About half way into the month we started going out again and a few days into the relationship, she asked her to marry me. I didn't know what to do. I honestly didn't know if I loved her or not and I was fifteen at the time and it was considered illegal. This wasn't what was going through my head at the time though. When that message came through, I just layed in bed, feeling numb. When you see people proposing to their significant other in a video that are always on your Facebook feed, they look so happy, I just don't know why I didn't feel like it. Maybe it was because it is illegal, or maybe it was because I didn't love her. 

But, I said yes because I wanted to make Brooke happy. If she was happy, I was happy but deep down I knew I wasn't. 

We were engaged for 2 months, and a lot can happen in 2 months. During that 2 months she had a pregnancy scare because she got raped on the way home from work, she was in hospital for a week and never replied back (and I was getting ready to call it quits), we talked about our future together bearing in mind that we'd never skyped or met up and I was secretly planning and thinking about wedding decorations. 

My friends weren't supportive at all. They thought I was crazy when I told them. 1 of my now ex mates wanted to chat to them about it and even after she did she still thought I shouldn't be engaged. Even after we fought she still took the piss about it saying 'Have you bought the wedding gift yet guys'

I ended up breaking up with Brooke after the 2 months due to my trust issues and personal problems with my old friendship group that started in the beginning of year 11 that I'd not rather dwell in.