My Personal Ken Doll

Chapter Two

Coming home when you're drunk has got to be one of the best feelings anyone could ever feel.

It's like an achievement, of sorts. A certificate of achievement for finding your way home when you're too drunk to even remember your name.

But this time, Elsie didn't feel like she'd achieved anything; except bagging another bottle of red wine, which she didn't mind at all.

She'd need all the wine she could get her hands on to forget about her ex-flame, Samuel.

Samuel was gorgeous with his blonde messy hair, sparkling topaz green eyes and heart-shaped face. As soon as Elsie had seen him, she'd known that she wanted to know him- maybe even attempt to flirt with him. Perhaps it was luck or some sick joke played by fate, but he seemed to want to talk to her too, maybe more.

Unbelievably, they'd hit it off right away, leaving the party of a mutual friend to go get coffee and talk about their hopes, dreams and their favourite colours.

Two months after that night, he'd moved in with her and they'd already confessed their heart's desires.

Then eight months later, he left.

She wanted to lie and say she saw it coming, but she really hadn't.

He felt like the love of her life, an amazing man to spend the rest of her life with. She thought that he'd be the person to cuddle her when she was 70 and tell her that she was still a hot piece of ass and that he loved her.

His unhappiness was hidden beneath their everyday routines, beneath all the inside jokes.

The day he'd packed his things while she slept was the worst day of her life.

He had gathered all of his things into the small brown suitcase that her mother had bought for him at Christmas, leaving behind all the things they had collected in their home; memorabilia of their love.

When he'd noticed that she was awake and watching him pack, he'd seemed surprised that Elsie had woken up. Normally, Elsie wouldn't wake up before 9 am- yet here she was at 6 am, watching. He'd always been a morning person.

Since he'd been caught, Samuel was forced to beat Elsie's whimpering heart to a pulp with a heart-wrenching explanation: He was bored; she was 'too comfortable in their relationship' and he 'felt as though she never tried hard for him anymore'.

Of course, Elsie attempted to debunk all his claims and even promised to give more of herself if he stayed, but his mind was made up. He was leaving, nothing she did would stop it.

Following him to the door, tears streaming down her blotchy red face, nose running a sorrowful marathon, Elsie clutched desperately at his beige bomber jacket but he just slid his muscled arm out of her grasp and reached for their door handle.

As though to rub his departure in her face, he kicked the front door open and a beautiful redhead greeted her eyes.

And now, his boredom in their shared life made sense.

Her limp, mousy blonde hair was no match for this stranger's glorious glimmering locks; and even this woman's eyes seemed to be a darker, more beautiful shade of green than Elsie's own. The way that this woman's emeralds shone brighter when she saw Sam made the razor-sharp shards of what was left Elsie's heart shatter even more: leaving her with a feeling of emptiness.

Luckily, the woman didn't even look at Elsie; she was too busy admiring her new man- or her - now single man. If she had looked at Elsie, she would have seen a snot-nosed mess -unworthy of this man's love, desperately clinging onto someone who didn't want her anymore.