~Kristen~
This club was way too crowded. I started walking against the bathroom. I was hoping no one would be there so I could be alone for just a minute. There were people everywhere and I tried to squeeze myself between them.
I noticed that there were many paparazzi's here tonight. But they weren't taking many pictures of me, I appreciated that but I also felt a little sorry for the person they WERE taking photos of.
Who could it be?
I changed my direction and started to make my way to the paparazzi's.
I saw 2 people standing in the center of the crowd.
I saw one of them. It was a women around my age. I didn't recognize her, but she was very beautiful with long brown hair and a big pretty smile.
I took one step forward and stretched my body to see who the other person was, I saw a man standing with the back turned towards me. I did recognize him....but it couldn't be.
He turned his head and then it hit me, it was him.
I could barely breath, he looked so perfect and I felt a bit dizzy. I turned around and started to run to the bathroom, or at least I wanted to run but everyone was blocking my way.
People looked at me weird when I pushed them out of my way. It all felt a little claustrophobic and I started to panic.
I made it to the toilets and I quickly locked the door behind me. I sat down on the lid of the toilet and covered my face with my hands. "Fuck"
I said it out loud and I didn't care if someone heard me, I just couldn't believe what I just had seen.
Rob, with another girl.
He looked so happy with her.
I got another panic attack when I realized that he might have seen me. I felt sick...
He had moved on. I would've too...but I felt sorry for him.
I was the one who left him and here I am, panicking because I saw him with another girl...
I went to the mirror and looked at myself. I had mascara all over my face but I didn't wash it away. I just stared at myself.
Maybe I still loved him, maybe I still had feelings for him. And he had moved on. I felt like a complete idiot.
I unlocked the door -not bothering to wash away the mascara- and peeked out. It seemed like there wasn't a lot if people left so I decided to run right to my car, no stops on the way. I stepped out on the dance floor and I tried not to look after him, but I saw him anyway.
And he looked at me, I quickly looked away and started to run to my car.
The drive home was blurry, I couldn't see anything because my eyes were filled with tears and it was really hard to focus on the road.
I went into my house and directly to my wardrobe, I searched for a tshirt, it wasn't just a normal tshirt, it was Robs tshirt. I put it on and went to bed.
My thoughts were spinning but the only thing I could see when I closed my eyes was him. I had come to the conclusion that I really loved him but now when he has another girl I don't know what to do...
Maybe I should call him? No, I couldn't do that, it was like 1am.
But I needed to talk to him and explain my feelings.
I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and texted him "I need to talk to you, tomorrow. Meet me at my house at 4pm"
It would give me time to think about stuff tomorrow.
I woke up with the sun shining outside. It was almost 11am and it was beautiful outside. I stepped out of bed and went to get dressed.
I kept Robs tshirt on and decided to wear it with a pair of black high waisted jeans. I tucked the shirt into the jeans and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my hair and used as little makeup as I could because I knew he liked me best that way.
The time went by so fast and it was suddenly 3.48pm and I hadn't even thought about what I was going to say to him.
I guess I just needed to tell him what I felt...but what exactly did I feel?
I missed him so freaking much and I wanted him back. But he was happy with another girl, I couldnt force him to leave her.
As I was standing there, in the middle of the living room-I heard him knock on the door.
For a second it felt like I couldn't move.
I walked to the door and put my hand on the handle. "This is it, here goes nothing" I thought to myself as I slowly pushed down the handle.
There he was, he looked so fucking perfect and it made me a bit sad that he was someone else's. I guess he could see that I wasn't happy because I suddenly saw panic in his eyes.
I smiled at him and I saw it disappear as fast as it had come.
