uncovered.

soul.

Dee's POV

Now what? We're over. But it can't be. This can't be the end. Please. I don't know what went wrong. Well it was me. This is my fault. But I know he doesn't want to hear my apologies.

The next week is the worst I think I've ever had. Not because we aren't together, but because I feel empty. Well, maybe he is why. I haven't gotten a text from him, a call, a dm, a snap, nothing. I think he blocked me on instagram, which means he's serious. I don't want to be one of those ex girlfriends that he always told me about. What we had was more than that.

My mom walks in my room, "Hey baby, are you gonna eat?" I shake my head, "No thanks." She comes and sits on my bed, "Babygirl, you can't just not eat." Please, please, pleaseeee don't call me that. I don't respond, but she continues anyway, "Couples have relationship problems that they have to work out, you guys aren't the only ones, I promise." I finally look up at her, "But what if it doesn't ? What if it's over and this was all just temporary?" I say softly. She sighs, "It should, but if not, then it wasn't meant to be." I lay my head back down, "How can it not be mea- okay mom. Thanks." She nods and walks out.

My phone buzzes, it's Ki.

k: you okay?
d: something like that
k: do you need me?
d: I don't need anyone. I really just wanna be alone
k: whatever you say

I don't have time to disagree with her right now. I'm over it all. My phone begins to ring, what the helllll. I answer the phone, annoyed, "What, Ki?"

I hear nothing, then that voice. "It's not Ki, it's me." Even better. "Okay, well what is it, Trent? I really don't know if you're the person I want to talk to," I say, hesitantly. He sighs, "But I want to talk to you. Dee, babe I miss you." "Bullshit," I mumble. He clears his throat, "I don't know where to begin. Um, this week has been hell. I haven't had the motivation to do anything because everything I do, I want to do it with you. It has taken everything in me not to just pull up at your house. " I halfway smile. He doesn't speak, so I decide to, "Trent, I don't know, you were so quick to end it over something stupid and that means you weren't all the way in, you know?" He sighs again, "It wasn't all my fault so please don't try and make it all mine. You wouldn't talk to me, obviously there was something wrong with you and all I did was show concern." I rolled my eyes to myself, "But I apparently didn't want to talk about it, so why you kept pressing me about it is beyond me, that's irritating as hell." There's another moment of silence, making this the most awkward phone call of all time. "Well it's my job to press you about stuff like that so I can make sure you're okay," he finally says. "Well these past few days, you haven't tried to show concern and see if I'm okay," I retaliated. "Because I'm not your boyfriend anymore, that's not my job!" I take a second, "You're absolutely right, it's not your job. Look, I don't wan to argue with you, so if that's all you called for, I'm hanging up." He lets out a frustrated groan, "I told you why I called, but maybe I shouldn't have." I turn my tone to a more sympathetic one, "Wait, okay. I didn't mean it like that, I just wish none of this even happened." He begins to chuckle but stops himself, "Well if you just tell me what was wrong with you, we can move forward."

If I tell him that may make him feel like he did something wrong. Which it was both of us. I just didn't want to repeat what we did. It made me uncomfortable. I liked it at the time, but instantly regretted it. I don't know what to do. But I want to get over this already, I just want him back.

I sigh, " Okay, you remember when I slept over?" I can hear the smirk in his voice, "How could I forget?" I bite the inside of my cheek, "Yeah, about that...that can't happen anymore. Trent we almost went far, and I don't know if I'm okay with that." He chuckles, "Seriously? That's it? That's why you were upset for a whole day? You could've told me that, I told you I respect your decisions when it comes to stuff like that." I play with one of my braids, "I don't know, I thought you'd be mad." He laughs again, "To be honest, I'm more mad that you didn't tell me what is was, that was simple. We could've solved that easily. Wait that's why you wouldn't kiss me..." I begin to chew on my top lip, "Yeah, that's why."

He hesitates, "Okay, ba-Dee, I'll um talk to you later I guess." Oh, that's how we're doing things? "Y-Yeah, sounds good, bye Trent," I respond, hanging up immediately. I hate that he hesitated, I hate that he stopped calling me babe, I hate that we're not back together. Well not yet, I hope.