Broken Connection

7

I was still planning to face plant in my bed and spend a fair few hours crying out all of my emotions, but as I trudged into my room something caught my eye.

My reflection in the full length mirror started back at me, and I couldn't help examining myself.

My hair was dark and curly and fell halfway down my back. Maybe he preferred girls with short blonde hair instead. I pulled the stray locks away from my face to see it better. My nose was small and button-shaped. Did he want a girl with a pointy nose? My eyes weren't necessarily huge, but they were dark and hooded, making them look both young and ancient at the same time. I had lips lips a porcelain doll, that is to say both full and somehow small at the same time.

My skin was pale, but not sickly. I just didn't go into the sun enough. Maybe he didn't like people that weren't outdoorsy. Too bad I wasn't planning to change that.

I wasn't going to change for anybody, not even my soulmate. He could like me how I was or he could get over it, because I was cute as heck, thank you very much.

With that in my mind I trudged to my bathroom and turned on the warm water. I was probably going to get a talking to for running out of work like that, but at least I could rinse the dirt off of my body and clean my bleeding knee.

There was a bruise forming just under my ribs, and I stared at it with disdain. Of course, I probably should have stayed to talk about everything. I definitely shouldn't have kneed Johnny in the balls, but I had promised that to myself; I might not have gone through with it if he had smiled at me, though. I didn't know him well yet, but I knew that the first time I saw him smile my heart would stop.

I hated that I liked him and he didn't like me. It was awful to think that he was in love with someone else when I existed, but I guess I couldn't blame him. Going over twenty years without dating anyone was kind of dumb on my part. How would I even know that I actually loved my soulmate if I didn't know what love and falling out of love felt like.

I sighed, brushing my hair while it was still wet. If I let it dry I'd never be able to detangle it in the morning.

It was barely after lunch, but I was already done for the day. I crawled into my large bed and surrounded myself with my fluffy pillows and thick comforter, making what could be considered a small nest.

Bedding down, I brought out my phone and clicked my sleep playlist.

Pretty soon I was out like a light.