One leads to another

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Chapter 7: One leads to another

After not talking to Cheryl for 3 days. I decided that I could not take it anymore and wanted to just let her know how I felt.

I told her I felt very guilty that she was doing this to me and I was losing my mind. Instead of making things better, she replied "k" which made me feel worst. I could tell she was pissed but why must she do this to me.

I was angry, and even wanted to break up with her. On the other hand, I wanted to be with her so badly, that I kept the relationship going.

Day 63; she finally talked to me. She told me she was so disappointed, it was as if she could not control herself. I forgave immediately, because that's how much I trusted her.

It was the last week of school before the year end holidays. Holidays would simply mean that we could not see each other that much anymore, and that we would be drawn apart for 2 months.

I would miss her of course, that's why on the last day of school, I went to have Milk Tea with her. We stood around the shopping centre while drinking our delicious drinks. Before I left, I hugged her and ended off with "I love you."

A week into the holidays, I had already started to miss her. Instinctively, I went to Facebook and started sending her messages. She was online at the time but not replying my messages.

I thought she was just busy or not paying attention to her Facebook, so I patiently waited for her to reply. After 2 hours of waiting, I decided to just give up waiting and continue with my daily activities.

This carried on throughout the week. She gave me short replies yet would take a long time to reply.

On the Wednesday of the same week, I went out with a few friends, made up of girls and boys. We went to watch Hunger Games: Catching fire. It was an epic movie and me, being active on Instagram, posted a group photo taken before the movie.

Cheryl saw that and felt jealous, again. She ignored me again on Facebook and gave me cold replies, suggesting that she was angry. I suddenly felt frustrated, instead of sad.

"Why is this girl always jealous? Why is she always controlling my life? Does she even love me at all?" I asked myself silently.

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