...Mine?

Chapter 6

I folded my dry clothes and place them neatly in my basket. I walked away from the laundromat and went straight home.

That was a tough day. Can't believe this had to happened today. At least no tears have been shared today. I looked at the time and saw that it was 4 o'clock. I still have time before I go to the Shirogane's house.

I went on my laptop and saw so many emails and notifications that have been there since the last 5 months. I briefly looked at them, not much of a importance were they. All were from social media, other were from friends but one email stood out to me the most.

It was an email by an old classmate from the garrison. He was apologizing for everything he had done and wanted to make it up for me. I was a bit skeptical so I brushed it off.

I closed my laptop and looked at the blank space on my wall. I was rethinking about the talk Lance and I had. How I wished I could of said something different. What would of happen if I admitted to my feelings?
Would he say that he misses me and the breakup was a regret?

I shook my head, getting rid of these false thoughts. I'm an idiot. I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling wondering what should I do to kill time.

I looked to my left and see my sketchbook on my nightstand. It's been untouched these past lonely months, I wonder what's in there. Curiously I sat up and took ahold of the object. Examining the outside before turning to the last page with graphite.

Flipping through the pages, I saw the pencil markings on each page. Each one having their own story to tell. Finally, I came to the page I was looking for.

I stared at it, mesmerized from the drawing. Looking at the details and wishing on things I could change but overall the drawing was simply hurtful.

The last thing I drew was him.

It was on the last date we had before he had called it quits. We were at the beach all day, enjoying the sun and water, except I was constantly wearing sunscreen, making sure I didn't burn the next day.

That day was amazing. He was smiling and just loving everything...but now he's probably doing that with someone else.

I closed the book and put it back on its place, not wanting to give it another look. I sighed, looking outside wondering of all days, why did he had to show up in my life again? Why can't I have a break and be free and happy. Instead I have to be surrounded by thoughts of him or being around his presence.

I guess I can't really escape it at all. I wiped my eyes before going back to bed and sleep my sorrows away.