The Broken Mirror {COMPLETED}

Can't Help Falling in Love (A Thousand Years)

Space. I had wanted space. Now, I don't want space, and he does. I selfishly just want to spam his phone with text messages and call him twenty-four hours, seven days a week. What really upsets me about this is, when did I become this girl? I didn't sweat men. I cared about music and parties, obviously drugs, too, but that's not something to care about. This is what I was trying to avoid.

I don't know why I wanted space. I was scared. I don't even know what I feared. Possibly getting what I've been wanting, which was him? But why would I fear that? Maybe, because it sounded too good to be true. Maybe I feared that things still hadn't changed. Now I am staring at my phone waiting for a phone call or a text message. I literally go into our conversation and the last text I have is him telling me to go outside.

A woman obsessed is all I can describe myself as. Apollo's graduation was at the end of June, I barely saw any of it, because I was busy looking at my phone. I even used my social media pages, to see what he was up to. Stalking his every move. Ethan said Xavier would talk to me, again, but when? How much space says that it's over? Xavier did not say he needed space, Ethan did, maybe Xavier just did not want anything to do with me.

The only peace I received from my obsessive thoughts came when I was at the studio recording or dancing. My father was planning a showcase in the middle of August with music execs. He was hoping for my first record deal. He wanted me to do everything I can do, play my guitar, sing, and even dance. All this pressure was testing me. Testing my resolve. Could I stay sober?

It was time to start working on the tattoo on my back. Roberts, along with Gabrielle, worked on my back. It was painful, but I was ready for it. I did not need Gabrielle to hold my hand as much.

"So, how do you know when it's over?" I asked Roberts. Gabrielle has not wanted to talk about it with me since she is stuck in the middle.

"Can we not have this conversation?" Gabrielle answered before Roberts could say anything. She sat on the bench watching him go over the details in my back. He loved how interested she was in what he was doing.

"I need to have this conversation with someone. I get that I broke up with him before I went, but then we had sex, and now I'm confused," I tell them. I swear I can hear Gabrielle's eyes roll.

"It sounds to me like it's over," Roberts says to me. My heart sinks. "A man knows what he wants."

"Don't give advice to my best friend about my other best friend," Gabrielle snaps at him. "He does this."

"But I'm sick of this whole 'space' shit. What the hell is that?" I ask her. Gabrielle starts laughing.

"The same shit you wanted. You wanted space, and now you have it and it's driving you insane." She is right, I cannot be upset. I pushed him away, but I was done with space.

"I don't want to give him--- damn Roberts, are you trying to rip my skin open!" I yell at him. Roberts ignores me and keeps the needle going, not stopping. Gabrielle looks me dead in my eyes.

"Then fuck his space," she says to me. I look at her completely confused. "I don't care that he is my best friend. Fuck his space. You two belong together. I need a movie night." That was one of the things we were missing on. Movie night. Her working made it hard, but when she had time, we had to do it at my house, and it was not the same.