A Break-Up Story

Cole

2 months. 8 weeks . 56 days. 1344 hours. 80640 minutes. 691200 seconds.

That's all the time that has passed since their unfortunate separation. Since the last time he had seen her beautiful, round almond eyes staring back at him with admiration and love.

He didn't know how he could ever be alive again the way he had been when she had been with him. All he could do was stare at the clock, watching the time pass.

He stared at his cell phone. It sat on a small mahogany table she had bought on a whim. It sat there mocking him silently, daring him to pick it up and check for any missed calls from her. Lucy, his ex-girlfriend, the one who had gotten away.

He finally gathered up his courage to call her yet again. This time, though, he wouldn't send her flowers. Last time he did she had called him. It wasn't to thank him, but to tell him that he shouldn't send any more.

That was the moment he realised their relationship wasn't going to be salvageable. She had really let what her friends had said about him get to her. She had never trusted him. Each and every time they had problems in the past, she had run to her friends. He could only guess the things they were saying to her. They had probably convinced her that he wouldn't be faithful to her. But he was, he really was. Even with all the temptations that came with fame and fortune, he didn't succumb to the many indulgent, sinful past times people like him were known for.

He could've have told Lucy all of this but she was so convinced that what she had seen splattered on the front pages of many gossip magazines was the truth. She didn't even ask him to explain. She had relied on someone else's opinion of him. 

Unfortunately for Cole, all the pictures and 'clues' the media had managed to get had pointed to cheating. And now the love of his life didn't want anything to do with him.

What hurt Cole the most was the fact that he had always given her the benefit of the doubt and here she was running away from the truth and accepting the lies. It's not like she hadn't done anything that didn't rouse suspicion. When they were dating, she was always going out and coming back in the witch hours.

Sometimes she never even made it home. And when she was home, her phone was always receiving messages and most of the time it came from the same person. All of this and he had never accused her of anything. He just left it alone.

So then he dialled her number after staring at that stupid piece of technology called a cell phone. It rang and rang until it sent him into voicemail. She was ignoring him, obviously. He just hoped that she would listen to his voicemail at least. He needed to explain himself.

"Hi, it's me again. Lucy, I know what you think you saw but I really hoped that you would've come to me instead of believing everything you see in the papers. Wait...This is not how I planned to do this. Let me start again." He paused to rethink his strategy. He didn't want to sound accusing.

"Lucy, I love you. Just letting you know in case you weren't sure. I love you with all my being. I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you . You're everything I have ever wanted. There is no brighter side to all this. If you were to ever come back to me I would never let go. I need...need you." 

He slumped back into his seat after that. He glanced at the clock and decided that it was time he got himself out of this funk. For the first time in a long time, he was going to his favourite club and he was going to live up to the bad boy persona that he had been portrayed as. He called up a few of his friends and they agreed to meet him there.

He dressed himself up in his club hopping clothes that he knew women liked and left his house. Tonight he would be painting the town red. He reached the club and naturally made his way to the VIP section.

That was the prime spot for the type of women he was looking for that day. The ones wearing those short little black 'do me' dresses were right up his alley.
Tyrel and Ray, his two closest friends spotted him immediately.

"What up, man? You ready to have a good time?" Tyrel asked him while patting him in the back during their handshake. "Hell, yeah," Cole quickly responded. "You sure sounded like you need it," Ray said while scouting the room. His eyes stopped at a group of girls who were dancing in a corner, staring back at him. He nodded at them. I smiled and Tyrel moved towards them.

After a few minutes of persuading them to join him, they agreed. Ray disappeared with two of them while Tyrel chose to move a little away from their table. This left Cole alone with his own pair of girls sitting on either side of him.

"So ladies, what would you like to have to drink?" He asked them. They called one of the waiters and ordered their drinks. He downed a few shots of vodka one after the other. After a while, Tyrel came over and handed Cole a bag of cannabis and some pills.

After rolling a joint, he lighted it up and smoked. He then handed the girls the pills while swallowing his own. The drugs took effect immediately and he could already feel his thoughts scattering. He had tried so hard to change his lifestyle for her and it still didn't work.

To hell with Lucy. She had shown him that while he thought they were in love, he was the only one who was still falling.