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Part 1 - Haunted by Memories

Another burning summer day in Oshkosh. There wasn't really much of anything to do. All of the closest and biggest summer events had been going down in MKE, but Vega knew that going down there in the heat would be complete suicide. She'd be completely fine in her cool and cozy apartment unit playing her Nintendo Switch, or at least, she thought she'd be. Soon, Vega's phone buzzed and low and behold, she'd gotten a text message from her ???, Jerron.
"We should hang out today, I miss you." He finished the text message with a "beating heart" emote. Vega had sort of been doubting the whole message, the reason being that everytime she hung with Jerron, she'd end up hurting in some fashion. Also, she didn't want to go all the way to MKE just to get heartbroken and have to come back and deal with college at the same time.
"I can't." She sent her message back to Jerron 5 minutes later. Vega didn't seem to feel bad at all about the fact that she'd rejected him so fast. Jerron had always been the toxic, heart-wrecking dog that he seemed to be. He'd always get so close to Vega, they'd get lost in conversations together, sat close next to each other on chilly summer nights, and made plans to see each other every day. They were inseparable, and Vega could feel that with all of her heart, but Jerron...
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"So there's this person..." Jerron begun, the poison shooting out the same as darts, the needles injecting and infecting Vega's poor unprepared heart... once again.

The painful memories began to play themselves in Vega's head for the hundredth time.

Vega, wanting to be a good friend and not seem to be a jealous bitch, kept her mouth shut. She looked at Jerron, pretending to be interested in what he'd soon tell her.
"Her name's Autumn" He continued. The fact that he couldn't tell that he'd been casually murdering her, regardless of the two of them being so close, hurt Vega more than words could even express. However, she knew that with Jerron, her words wouldn't express anything at all.

"Just shut up! Shut up, shut up about these other people! Stop trying to make me jealous!"
"Don't you see? I'm the one for you. None of these people have your best interest at heart!"
"Please... Just stop doing this to me. Stop making me feel worthless just because you're confused..."
Vega thought about all of the simple things she could've told him, just to take a stand. She never got lucky with boys, but here she was. A dude who somewhat cared for her had been standing right in front of her, bragging about some other bitch again, but still. She had a chance get to the other side... she just had to leap, but she had been just so used to getting hurt, that she couldn't even see the point in an attempt.

"...And?" Vega responded. That had more or less been the one thing she could say without bursting into a mental breakdown.
"I just don't what to do about her."
"...What do you mean?" She responded, uninterested in where the conversation had been headed.
"Well... She's just always inviting me to her house, and doing stuff with me." He spoke, the words tearing underneath Vega's skin.
"...Stuff?" She inquired.
"Stuff." He responded, not expressing the clear aspects of what happened, but Vega just started to mentally leave the conversation because she knew where he'd been headed.
She sighed, "Whatever, Jerron."
He looked at her shocked by her tone, "What's up with you?" He asked her, but Vega didn't understand the reason as to how her anger had been such a shock.
She just looked at him for about 3 seconds then shook her head, "Nothing." She responded, looking at the ground of the boneyard. Vega wondered whether or not Jerron even remembered her telling him that she'd been into him. She knew they smoked a lot, but she didn't know they smoked THAT much.
She knew that she couldn't keep going through this. She knew that the feelings between them had been there, but Jerron was scared, or just too horny, or whatever. She just was not going to keep going through this. It's the textbook meaning of toxic.
Jerron had been rambling on about something but Vega just stopped him, "Yeah, I have to go." She stated, turning around.
She begun on her way to the entrance of the graveyard. She clenched the strap of her bag, doing all she could to prevent allowing the tears to flow. Not here, at least. Parts of her wanted Jerron to chase her, pull her body into a hug with those skinny arms, hold her and tell her that all would be okay, but all of her knew that Jerron wasn't going to do anything. That hurt her the most.