Back to December

A Short Story based on Taylor Swift's Back to December

It was Saturday. I made up my mind to see Jake after what happened. I'm so glad he made his decision to see me. I don't know what I will say to him after that night. It was almost a year since we broke up and the pain still hurts but I'm sure Jake was more hurt than I was. I don't even have the guts to face him.

"Hey". A familiar voice said.

It's him.

"Oh, Hi" I replied as casually as I could. He smiled at me, that sweet smile that I really missed. "It's been a long time, Jake. It's been a year." I smiled back.

"Yeah, I've been busy." His answer was short. I looked at him, but he was staring straight, somewhat formal.

"How's life? How's Amanda?" I don't know what to say. I tried to open a topic but it seems that he's not that interested, he seems cold.

"She's good. She got a job at the Hospital" Amanda was Jake's mom. I usually hang out with her when Jake and I were still together.

"Tell her I said Hi."

We continued to talk about random things, small talks about his job, about the weather... topics that would not lead to our past. But it seems that I was the only one who's talking, he's just listening and the whole time he's not looking at me.

"Look, I'm sorry".

That word caught his attention, he finally looked at me and it makes me feel so uncomfortable.

I know why and I remember all of it.

The last time we met was a tragedy. It was December, It was actually our anniversary, and that was the day I found out that he was leaving the town to pursue his dreams.

"I don't understand," I still remember each word that I said that day. "I'll never understand" that words came out without thinking because I was mad.

"Alison, just please let me explain..." he sounded like he was begging.

"Stay and be with me or leave and it's over" I said harshly not knowing if it was the right thing to say. I guess believing in the rules of love that if a person really loves you he will always choose you but I forgot that his world doesn't only belongs to me, that he has his own life.

It took him a while to answer me.

"Please don't let me choose" he said, "I really want to stay..." I interrupted his answer.

"Then stay!" I cried. I know I was so selfish and I was really out of my mind.

"But..." I know he was still leaving.

Hearing that word makes me more angry. I got mad at him and didn't even listen to his explanation. I ran down the house and leave him outside.

I remember when he still tries to picks me up to celebrate our anniversary, to forget things for the meantime but I ruined it.  I let my pride ruined it. I remember the roses that he gave me; I let it die out of anger towards him, when it really was my fault.

I realized that ever since I left him, it turns out that I can have my freedom to think things right, but I was so stupid to think It was too late and just use that time to move on and forget about him since he was still sticking to his decision but having that freedom to move on was the opposite. I missed him so much. No days has passed that I never think of him.

He didn't respond to my apology instead he noticed something.

"You sounded like you haven't sleep in ages" he said, "are you alright?" He showed some concern I didn't feel the cold that was in him earlier.