V I K T O R I A
He's been calling me for 2 months, since our break up. I can't help but feel bad when I rejected his marriage proposal.
I reach out for my pillow, and cry again for the second time today.
This crying obssession is not healthy at all, I thought.
Maybe if I wasn't such a bitch, we would already be planning our wedding.
Maybe if I didn't reject his proposal, I would be Mrs.Viktoria Irwin soon.
Or was his proposal just a stunt he pulled on me so I can stay?
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My phone rings again, as I reach for it on the bedside table, clearly not bothering to check the personon the caller I.D.
"Hello?" I ask through the phone, my pillow muffling my voice.
"H-hi," Ashton speaks, sniffling.
"O-oh, hi." I reply, my tears brimming my eyes again as I speak.
"I miss you so much, V. Come over, please?" He mumbles.
"I'm on my way," I mumble, wiping my tear-stained eyes.
I miss you too, so much.
I sniff again, hanging up while wiping my tears away and grabbing my car keys, slipping on a jacket and a pair of flip-flops.
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My drive to our house consisted of me swearing, tears, and gripping tightly on the steering wheel.
I quickly push the door open and fastly jog to our room.
Our room.
It felt unreal, infact, too unreal for me that I had to pinch myself.
Only 2 months ago, we were sharing lovely memories, and here we are again, doing the opposite.
I push the door open, to see him against the end of the bed, his face buried in his hands.
I sit beside him and tilt his chin up, his eyes meeting mine.
"I'm sorry if I really messed things up, Viktoria. I really am." He mumbles, looking away.
I was tired, and my eyes felt heavy from crying. I lay my head on his shoulder, not caring if he would or wouldn't budge. All I ever cared about at the moment was I loved Ashton, and I always will.
"I love you," I mutter, drifting off into oblivion beside my rock, who keeps me strong.
I hear him mumble an "I love you more," before I completely doze off.
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