[CURRENTLY RE-WRITING]
❝ I'LL BE THE ONE THAT STAYS 'TILL THE END, AND I'LL BE THE ONE THAT NEEDS YOU AGAIN. ❞
➯ Nyla Morales was a heartbroken girl, simply trying to forget her ex, but when he shows up in her life again, she has to decide whether...
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Nyla didn't know what she was going to do. Her friends had convinced her to go to the reunion, and of course, she wanted to go see some of her old high school friends and see what they're up to. But she was dreading going to see Timothée, Ansel and Violetta. Especially Timothée after everything he had done to her, the heartbreak he had left her with.
It was safe to say that Timothée and Nyla were LaGuardia's most beloved couple. They were the kind of couple that just radiated love wherever they went, not just to each other, but to everyone else. When they were together in a room with other people, the other people could feel that warmth and love that Nyla and Timothée shared with each other. It was the kind of love and bond that felt destined.
They were really in love. In Nyla's sophomore year, she wrote a 5-page essay on how much she loved him. Timothée returned the favour by writing Nyla a poem, a poem that he would then read out to an entire crowd of people at a slam poetry night, completely embarrassing Nyla.
One of the most romantic and thoughtful things that Timothée did was his promposal. He took Nyla to a showcase of her favourite old movie, The Breakfast Club. When they got to the movie theatre, the sign at the front, displayed in big bold letters read "Coming March 3th, "The Prom", Nyla, will you go to prom with me?". Nyla cried at such a gesture, jumping into his arms and agreeing to go to prom with the boy.
The two never really argued, except when Timothée said that John Hughes was a bad director, and that The Breakfast Club was overrated. But the argument that they both dreaded the most, what would they do after high school?
Timothée had told Nyla that he would wait for her to finish high school before he pursued his endeavours, maybe take a gap year. He didn't just say that though, he promised her.
But all that promise came crashing down on the night before Nyla's senior prom.
Nyla had just got back from school, and made her way to her bedroom, only to find an envelope, a box of chocolates and a photo album laying on her bed. The envelope was labelled "NYLA" and had multiple hearts surrounding it. She was confused at first, but when she looked closer, she knew that was Timothée's handwriting. She smiled, thinking it was a gift for their last prom together, so Nyla excitedly starting opening the envelope. And her face dropped at what the letter had to say.
Dear Ny, my world. I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep the promise. - Your moon, Timmy.
At first, Nyla felt a rush of anger surge through her body, he couldn't keep the promise he made and he didn't even explain why. But soon, sadness crept up on her and she was crying harder than any time she had ever cried before. She hadn't been this sad, this heartbroken, to where it physically hurt. She felt it in her chest, in her stomach. It made her queasy, she wanted to vomit.
The tears fell onto the white paper and smudged the blue ink. She held her hand to her mouth to try and stop the sound of her sobbing.
Nyla was never really fussed about prom dresses - she wore the same one every year. She had the dress on a coat hanger hanging on the back of her door, visible for her too see every time she walked into her room. The dress made her angry, she pulled it off the coat hanger and started ripping and cutting it to shreds, everything that reminded her of Timothée she wanted to destroy.
She looked in the photo album, and it just photos of all the times they had gone on dates, or just done silly things together. Like the time Timothée took Nyla to the fair, and Timothée made Nyla laugh so hard that chocolate milk came out of her nose. Or their first dance together, or the time that they dressed up as Allison Reynolds and Andrew Clark from The Breakfast Club, much to the eye-roll of Timothée. The list could go on. It had so many memories packed into one book that Nyla wondered if Timothée even brought any memory of them together with him to wherever he was going.
The chocolate box was shaped like a heart, to which Nyla drew a line in the middle to show it was broken, then proceeded to throw the box of chocolates across the room as it exploded and the chocolates went everywhere.
Nyla didn't get out of bed for weeks, not even for school. She had no energy, all she did was sleep and cry. Sometimes she ate, but she rarely did, it made her sick every time. She had lost someone so important in her life.
