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I looked up after turning to see an familiar face. Not a face that I wanted to see currently. Or maybe I did, maybe I wanted to see this face for many years now. This face showed that someone I once knew very much was close, but then that's a negative right? It would hurt to see that person again..
"Mckenzie?" My eyes looked at Corbyns, his hair had gone more silver, most likely due to dye and he had a flabbergasted look plaster to his face.
I tried to think of something to say, anything. Anything at all that would get me out of this situation.
"Hey Corbyn" I spoke, the words crumbling out of my mouth and into the air quietly.
His face turned into a smile and he pulled me into a hug. In doing so I pushed Olivia carefully behind my back to avoid the conversation of 'who's that?' I mean Corbyn couldn't find out that secret.
No one could.
He pulled away and looked at me," I'm sorry for him leaving Mckenzie.. i-" I rushed into the sentence. "It's okay, not your fault I'm sorry Corbyn but I really must go".
I stepped around his body, lifting and spinning Olivia in front of me as I swiftly exited the cafe, moneyless and in shock.
The air hit my face as we started to walk after I placed Olivia onto the tarmac which was the sidewalk.
Then the thoughts hit me.
Your probably wondering, who is this human who Mckenzie keeps avoiding to think of and to say the name of. Well, this must seem confusing but i promise that character will enter soon. let's just say that kenzie got left by her partner so you can have the foundation understanding of what is going on, hope that helps.
"Who was that mommy?" The whispers of Olivia come from my hip height.
"That was one of mommy's old friends" I looked down at her, for being 3 Mckenzie was extremely smart. I raised her to read books instead of watching the overpriced tv that I did not and could not afford for my apartment.
"What was his name?"
"Corbyn. His name was Corbyn besson". She nodded up at me. We walked quicker after that sentence, my hand fumbled in my pocket and fidgeted with the keys, I always fidget when I'm annoyed or stressed. Today it was the stressed side of things.
We arrived at the apartment and I put Olivia to bed, she had her own bed but her room- well it used to be a closet. The 2 by 2 space was not enough and I couldn't do anything about it. I worked my butt off, did what I could even got small jobs here and there where and when I could. And only that could afford a "one" bedroom apartment on the side of La. I sighed as I sat onto my bed, plugging my iPhone 5s charger into the plug socket. At the time when I was kicked out, that was the newest phone which my mom purchased me as an early birthday present. Thats one of the only things I took away from my old house.
My mind raced as I turned on the screen, I went onto Instagram and seen I had 0 messages, when you have a teen pregnancy, your friends tend to leave you. Their opinions of you change and they act like they had never known such a person called "Mckenzie liddle". Nevertheless there was people more worse off.
I searched Corbyn bessons name on Instagram, and of course it came straight up with a blue tick placed delicately by the side. I followed him and looked at the posts, beside him on one post. On that post was the one I loved or even still currently love because your true first love can never fade out till extinction of feelings for them. I clicked on the name. Yes that name @seaveydaniel and with every piece of feeling inside of me I followed, I looked through at his posts. It showed his expensive life stile where he could simply buy an iPhone each day without being poor for a year. He could probably buy a three bed roomed house with not even a dint into his credit card.
Then I went onto a daniel Seavey fan account and there. Placed on the screen that was brought in front of my face was something that hurt my heart. An image of Daniel Seavey kissing a girl called maddie. They both tagged and the comment read 'Maniel exposed! Personally I do not ship but he seams happy, so I am for him. This picture was sent to me by an anonymous person and it doesn't look photoshopped so there is a high possibility it's true. What do u guys think?'
What do I think? I think he looks happy, to happy for me to endure. He has moved on, he's most likely forgot about me.
And that thought breaks my heart...
