Him...

~Who am I~

On my way to Woolworths...I stare at my phone as I just got a new text message from my mom. I'm about to text her back when I collide with a hard chest and I loose my grip on my phone. "Watch where you're going!" said a deep voice. "Oh...sorry" I bend down to pick up my phone and I see another pair of hands doing it for me. The guy I bumped into hands me back my phone roughly and I hear myself gasping as I see a hard crackon the corner of my phone which could lead to serious damage soon. "Here, give it to me and I'll give it back to you at 4pm over here," "Wait what, I don't even know you. What are you going to do with my phone?" I say. "Oh nothing much, I'm gonna climb on the roof and throw it over in the water," he says sarcastically with a stupid smirk on his face. "Ha ha ha...very funny. Give me back my phone. I need it." "No...I'll give it back to you at 4. I'm the one who broke it so I'll be the one to glady fix it." And just like that, he walks away in the opposite direction. Remind me again why I let a random stranger walk away with my phone? I sigh and walk to Woolworthes to buy some groceries.

4pm

"Oh...uhm...hii...thanks for fixing my phone..." I stutter. "Nahh, it's nothing. But will you just take your freaking phone and get out of my way?" the brown haired boy says. And just like that, he left...again. As I walk down the sidewalk, I bump into a hard chest. "Oof" "Oh I'm so sorry," Wait, that voice sounds all too familiar. I look up to see him. With her. "Oh uhm...hii Emery. How have you been doing?" Herald asks. Of course Herald would ask auch a question. "Not vey good after what had happened. How have you been doing? Oh let me take a quick guess:GOOD BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN...FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN WHILE WE WERE MARRIED AND THEN AFTER THAT YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO DIVORCE ME. DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU BASICALLY RUINED MY LIFE AND LEFT ME WITH NOTHING! I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DAMN PLACE TO CALL FUCKING HOME!!" I scream, tears staining my cheeks. "Look Enery, I'm so sorry for everything but-"I cut him off by putting my palms against his chest and push him. HARD. And with that...I look at their horrified faces and leave.

Crying

"Sweetie...it's going to be OK. I'm sorry that I let you marry that man. We'll work this out," said my mom, trying to comfort me. "Yes honey, I suggest that you maybe have a minute to yourself and wash your face. Then you can come downstairs and we can talk about it. OK?" Dad says. Still crying, I pull myself up from my mom's lap and drag myself to the bathroom. When I'm done cleaning up, I look at my reflection in the mirror and ask myself "Who am I?"