"hello."
there was a sordid look in his eyes that day, rather than his usual gentle one. my head felt like it was about to burst, a million thoughts jostling for attention at once.
the last time we spoke, it was november. it's may now. the words from his last text still rung clear: 'i met someone else'.
'i met someone else'- oh god, do you know how much those words hurt? 'i met someone else'- it makes you think if his new girl is better. no, they're always better. why'd he move on if she wasn't?
my heart still hurts when i see them together- she's a fucking bitch, and she won't treat him right. but it's okay, i say to myself, at least he's happy.
(god. i hope you're fucking happy.)
and... and...
after that brief 'hello', my heart and head shattered, with too many pieces to pick up.
YOU ARE READING
we're all just paper after all-
Teen Fiction"as if waking from a long slumber, the lingering scent of you remained in the air."
