“What the hell was that?!” Michael demanded, the second he went inside our room.
“What was what?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe you snapping on a nice fan, kissing a total stranger and taking my car without me!” he shouted, obviously frustrated. Just what I wanted.
“Hmm, well I thought that the guy was hot.” I smirked, knowing that it will only make him angrier.
“What about the girl? Did you think that she was hot, too, so you went all jealous?”
“What makes you think I was jealous?” I raised my eyebrow at him, even though I knew that I was more than jealous. I could’ve ripped that girl, limb from limb if I wanted to. “I just thought that it would be nicer to have a professional photographer taking the picture of your first meeting so when you get married, it would be a reminder of how perfect that moment was.” Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little, and over-showing my jealousy.
“Married?! Are you fucking serious?! She was just a fan! And I’m in a relationship with you!” He threw his hands up in the air, obviously in rage.
“Well, you don’t have to be,” I remarked. “I mean, I don’t need you and I’m willing to bet that you’ll wake up in the morning in her bed.”
“So that’s what this is about? You think I want to have sex with her?” he asked, still mad.
“Yes. I mean, you just admitted it, you son of a bitch,” I retorted. We stayed quiet for a few seconds before he said something.
“You’re right.” I felt my heart starting to crack.
“You’re a slut.” Crack.
“I want to get in her pants.” Crack.
“And since I met you, you gave nothing else but problems.” Another crack.
“But I am not letting you kick me out again for the 9th time in the 2 months we’ve been living together,” he finished. I raised my eyebrow at him in confusion.
“Because I’m moving out, Lucy.”
My heart is now officially broken into two.
“I don’t care if I own this flat. As long as I’m not living in the same roof as you.”
I couldn’t move. I can’t gather any courage to speak up because I felt a lump in my throat preventing me from replying to him.
The moment he said that, he immediately took his suitcase in our closet and started packing his clothes and everything that he owned. I just stood there, completely frozen and unable to breathe.
As soon as he got everything in his luggage, he walked right passed me and left the room, without even a goodbye.
I think I stood there for approximately a minute, before walking to our- my bed, still fazed about everything that just happened.
He left. He left me. And I didn’t even do anything about it.
I stood in front of the bed and suddenly yelled. Screamed, and kicked the bed.
“Shit!” I held my right foot in my hands because it hurts so fucking much. But it was nothing compared to the hurt I feel inside my chest.
I sat down. My back on the side of the bed as I started sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn’t help it. The newly opened hole in my heart kept on buzzing. I didn’t stop on crying until I saw something under the mattress. It looked like a notebook.
I pulled it out and saw Michael’s messy handwriting on it. I started reading it mentally.
Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest.
But baby I don't mean it,
I mean it, I promise.
It made me cry harder. I saw that there were chords on top of the words. So, it’s a song. But it isn’t finished.
I cannot believe that in the six months me and Michael have been together, I never told him that I truly loved him. But I just never really showed it because I thought he never felt the same.
But I do love him. And loving someone means fighting for them. And I will fight for Michael.
