Epiphany

"Break up?" He spurted his drink and his eyes held amusement that in other days would have made me feel very conscious.

I nodded plainly fighting the urge to bite my nails, a nervous habit.

He chuckled and waved his hand at me trying to make the whole situation sound like a joke, but when I didn't budge, he narrowed his eyes at me pointedly, finally realizing the gravity of the confession.

"You aren't joking." He told more to himself than me.

I kept staring at him taking in his appearance. In neon yellow T-shirt and tight fitting jeans, he didn't seem like the boy I was attracted to when we were both new to the college. We mutually became exclusive because of our mutual desperation. He wanted a devotee and I, well, I just wanted an attendee. Who else could have tolerated his obnoxious loud mouth or my reclusive personality?

"I thought we were cool. I bought us tickets for the stand up show next week." He tapped on his lips, in deep thoughts. I am not sure if he is capable of deep thoughts. Knowing him, he might just be thinking about who to take to the show.

"We won't work out anymore. It is better if we just break when we can still say our goodbyes cordially."

He lifted his eyes to look at me and for the first time I felt as if he was trying to read my thoughts.

"Is it because of me?" he sounded genuine, almost unlike the pretentious insensate boy I know.

On hindsight, I don't regret what we had. It was exactly what we both needed at that time. But, now college is over and so must the show.

"It isn't." I only half lied.

"You aren't seeing someone? Like..." he trailed off. For a fraction of second, I saw his eyes move behind me. Who was he hinting at?

"Like?"

"Forget it." He shrugged. "So, you want to break up?"

"I do."

He didn't speak for a minute and I thought he was going to walk away and ignore my existence for the rest of his life. He nodded his head as if coming to an agreement with himself.

"Sucks to be you." He said in his usual big-headed tone. "Why would anyone not want to be with me?" he shrugged as if the decision didn't make sense to him at all.

"You know." I began. "With a man, I don't want to be known as the moon that orbits around earth. I want to be known as the moon that lights up the earth."

His puzzled face at the cryptic quote is the last expression I registered in his face, before I walked out of his house party flipping my hair much like an evolved protagonist of a chick-lit. I am coming for you world. 

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It is supposed to be only a very very short story. I have no plans to continue it as of now. However, comments may or may not pursue me to continue.