A Better Me
By: Kxycii
(One Shot)
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I was glued, seems like I’m rooted, in this four corners of my ominous room.
But I’m feeling bored now. It feels like I want to get out of here now. My eyes were finally dry. I can’t cry hard enough anymore. I was tired already.
It is eleven in the evening. And I could see the city lights through my windowpane.
It was lovely. Always was.
I stood up. I headed to my little kitchen and get some food to eat. Hunger strikes me. So, maybe a pizza will do, I guess. And oh, a small amount of soda, too.
I eaten like I’ve never did. Well, I’ve lost my appetite since he left.
“So stupid,” I whispered to myself. I didn’t eat well these past few days because of our break up? Wow. That was so dreadful, and stupid.
Well, what do you expect from me? Be glad that we just ended our four years relationship?
I washed my plate and went to my bed. I checked my phone.
My eyes widened the moment I saw my phone’s screen. It has an army of texts in there. From my friends, my family, and the one that shocked me the most, he also texted me.
Most of them were just checking if I’m okay, some of them were just advises and cheer ups.
It cheered me though.
And now, there were just only one text that I’m not opening just yet, the text from him.
But then I decided to open it now. The message was sent the night after we broke up. Maybe this contains reasons and explanation.
He didn’t leave me even a single reason of the break up.
[From Morgan:
Hey, Chloe. I am really sorry for breaking up with you. Sorry that I caused you heart break. Sorry for wasting our four years. It’s just that... I fell out of love. So this is my fault, I know. And I’m sorry. I still care for you, though. And thank you for everything. This will be the last message that you’re going to receive from me because I’m going to delete your number. And please, let’s forget about each other and just put everything behind our past. I’m sorry again. Good luck.]
And that was it. I clenched my fist and throw my phone on the bed.
What a jerk. What an asshole. What a douche bag.
Grr. Maybe Jonathan was right. He doesn’t deserve me. I am too good for him. Thank God that I have a bestfriend like him. And I could not believe that I fought with Jonathan just because of him.
I closed my eyes and heave a sigh.
It is 12:51.
I should get some sleep now. And wake up for tomorrow’s glory.
Because tomorrow, there will be no weak and crybaby Chloe. There will be no fragile and vulnerable Chloe. There will be no spineless and soft Chloe.
I’ll be a warrior, so that no one can ever hurt me again.
And maybe they were right, tomorrow is another day.
For a new me...
for A BETTER ME.
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10/16/14 – Thu - 6:43PM
