My First Heartbreak

01- A Million Pieces

It'd been three  months and she believed she could get through it  just like the little peonies in her garden were  braving the rain. Monsoon was nowhere near but it had been raining continuously for the past day in Charleston and the little flowers in her backyard still stood there in all there glory.

These days she had started appreciating nature more. It gave her  strength, a sense of longing too but she tried keeping it in the part of her heart no one was allowed to walk in anymore.

She was madly in love, she believed. He gave her everything she wanted. He was everything she had envisaged a boy to be, the boy who'll take away her heart and that they'll be together forever, having cute little kids and living a fairytale life. Call it childish but forever was possible when she was with him.

Standing by the window sill, she was toying with the necklace she still wore. The neckless he had given to her and it all started playing in front of her.

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"Hey Austen." He had said, so softly she almost didn't hear it.

Lying on her bed, their legs tangled into each other's, naked beneath the covers, he was spooning her in what could be the most delicate way possible.

It was difficult for her to keep her eyes open but she did, for him.

Placing a kiss on her forehead he gave her the necklace. It wasn't anything expensive, just a simple necklace with a infinity sign pendant. Finn Bishop was a man of few words and yet that night although he didn't talk much Austen felt like he had opened his soul   to her.

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Now she debated if she was wrong all along. If she misunderstood his actions to be little gestures of love.

It was all messing up with her mind. Her relationship with Finn was the perfect ones we read about in novels. Every time she would read a novel the expectations of her perfect boyfriend increased. Finn ticked all the boxes, he was perfect. For the last two years they had almost spent every day together and now she didn't even he was let alone if he would return back.

Two years back just a couple of days before Waverley had committed suicide she had given Austen a advice. A advice Austen had forgotten the moment she had met Finn.

"Austen, I know you are only fifteen but today I want to tell you something , I don't want you to forget ever."

"Yeah," Austen had said absentmindedly, a little confused as to why her sister was suddenly giving her advices.

"I want you to never ever give this golden heart of yours to a boy who doesn't deserve it. Okay? Promise me, Austen. Because one day he's gonna hurt you and you're gonna regret all of it. You're gonna regret the time you spent with him, the memories you created with him and most importantly you're gonna regret giving him your heart because he'll never return it back. And then all you'll feel is this hollow ache,  it's like being ripped in a million pieces again and again. Promise me Austen. Promise me." She had said and then walked away leaving Austen more confused than before.

And now Austen regrets not following Waverley's advice. She regrets not listening to her sister. Because it feels exactly how her sister had told. History has a funny way of repeating itself because right now Austen regretted everything.