It's Alright to be Together

Chapter 9

"You don't have to."

"But I want to."

"It's only been four days." the blonde continued to protest.

"Exactly. Four days. I've been moping here and leeching off of you for four days. It's time I tried to get out and find a job to help pay for rent from you." You shrugged on a thick jacket Jenny loaned you. It was an older one she'd had and no longer used. All of your belongings were still at his house. You might feel ready to try and move on despite the pain in your chest, but you didn't feel you could face your ex yet. Even if you did, you knew you'd fall victim to his charm again. He'd spiral his explanations to you in a complicated web and you were sure to fall for his lies... again.

Jenny sighed and just stood there watching you. She knew better. She knew you were still shattered inside but that you also felt guilty how you were taking advantage of her friendship so you had to find some way to pay her back. It was one of the reasons she found such a good friend in you but she didn't mind helping you through this collapse in your life.

"Where do you think you're going to go?"

"Hm... I was thinking about starting with Reddman Enterprises. They were hiring last I checked."

"Oh, that's right. You came to this city for a new job."

"Yeah, the café was only a temporary job so I could help pay for rent and utilities as I looked. Za-" you choked up, unable to say his name. Tears welled in your eyes again. Closing your eyes, you sigh deeply too keep your quivering heart under control. I'm done crying for him. "He was trying to get me a job where he worked so I didn't put much effort into it but..." you drifted off. Both of you could fill the blank. He cheated on you so you left.

"Well," Jenny said, breaking the depressing silence, "I wish you luck then." She hugged you tightly. Your arms wrapped around her.

"Thank you." you breathed. She nodded and pulled away. You finished buttoning up your borrowed coat and opened the door.

"By the way," Jenny said before you could step out, "you're not okay."

You smiled. She was right. You weren't okay. But you had to be. Everyone had to move on at one point. Even you from...

"I know." you replied seriously before walking out.

You decided to take the stairs and walk down the three flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator. You needed the walk.

Once on the ground floor, you turn to head to the bus stop only to halt in your tracks. Your heart throbbed in your chest as you noticed a very figure. Thoughts raced in your head and you quickly spun around taking deliberate and quick steps the other way.

You bit your lip nervously and glanced over your shoulder. It didn't look like he saw you. Or at least he wasn't following. You let out a relieved sigh. You hadn't even realized it but you'd been holding your breath and your mind was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen as well as him.

Thank god you hadn't taken the elevator. If you had, he would've seen you for sure: he had been waiting by where it let out, leaning against the building. The stairs were on the other side of the complex. If it had been different, and you had to confront... it wouldn't have been pretty.

You maintain a brisk pace away. It wasn't the way you needed to go, but you didn't mind if it meant you could avoid a strainful meeting.

Glancing over your shoulder, you bit your lip as you watched him breathe into his hands to keep warm. He seemed so persistent. Maybe you should hear him out.

No, you told yourself, facing forward again. There wasn't much to explain about why his cock was buried in his supposed friend's pussy. He was cheating on you or with your-it didn't matter. Either way, you had to accept that he lied to you and you had to move on. There was no reasonable explanation that could make you do otherwise.

Once again, your eyes glimmered with tears. And I promised myself I wouldn't cry, you thought. You used the sleeve of your plum coat to blot away the tears before they could make your makeup run. You'd have to find a bathroom before your interview.