Meet in The Space Between ✔️

18

Loved me with your worst intentions
Painted us a happy ending
Every time you burned me down
Don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven
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I WAS doing great today until I watched Carlos interlace his fingers with Jane's, a peaceful, content smile on his face- like there was nothing wrong in the world. He whispered something to her and she giggled, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek.

My mind screamed. One single word.

Mine.

But my mouth was glued shut and I just stared at the pair wide eyed.

How could this be happening?

I felt sick to my stomach when my- my boyfriend decided it was okay to pull her in by the waist and kiss her.

Worst of all, he didn't kiss her the same way he kissed me. The contact was way more intense, less innocent. Hands everywhere.

I staggered back, away from the window till I couldn't see them anymore, a million words and feelings caught in my throat. Nothing compared to the executing feeling of betrayal that hit me. The walls closed in and I felt lightheaded.

Mine.

But his lips were on someone else's.

My phone rang and I had to push away my shock to answer.

"Where are you?" Mal said, "You've been gone forever."

"S- sorry." I stammered, "I'm coming."

I hung up and dragged myself the rest of the way.

"Sweet." Mal gave a little cheer, taking the book from me.

"Darling, you alright?" Fairy Godmother asked, concerned, "You look awfully pale."

"You do." Mal noted when she turned to look at me, "See any ghosts?"

Her playful tone indicated she knew nothing about my boyfriend cheating on me.

He was cheating on me.

He was cheating on me.

How could someone as pure and sweet as him even think of doing something like that?

"I think the negative energy might be feeding off me." I lied.

"Oh dear." Fairy Godmother said, touching my forehead as if magic worked the same way as a fever, "Then I suggest you head home."

Mal nodded. "We can finish things up and update you about it later. Take care, okay?"

I thanked them and left the building. I lurched in the direction of the field, knowing full well I'd be out of their view.

I did not want to see what was on the other side of the museum. Nor did I want to confront it.

So I ran.

Jay called it stress running, right?

That's exactly what I'm doing.

The forest was as dense and as deep as I remembered. I let my feet patter the ground hard, angry at the world. Twigs snapped.

The image of him and her together was burned into my skull. Flashbacks that tormented me.

But I didn't cry, instead I cursed (not literally) the Earth with a string of angry words that left my mouth. Of course it did nothing but fuel my rage, but I didn't care.

Why does the universe constantly strip me of everything I own?

How could he do this to me?

When I finally stopped running, the air around me became suffocating. My mind spun with disbelief. I sat down at a nearby log to catch my breath, only to realize this was the last place I wanted to be in.