Our Last Picture
"One, two, three! Say Cheese!" my friend said as he takes a picture of me and my girlfriend.
That was half a year ago, I have not seen that picture since we broke up. Suddenly after that day, she asked to break up with me. I did not bother asking, I don't really care. If she wanted it, I'd be glad to give it up.
After a half of a year though, I saw her arguing with a guy. It looked like that to me, but I don't give a shit anymore.
I can feel that she'll cry a few minutes from now. She just could not defend her stand, it bugs me to see that.
I don't care anymore, neither do I want to get involved, but as a man myself, I did not want to continue watching a pathetic trash arguing with my ex.
Not long then, I started walking towards them. I crossed in between them, and grabbed her arm.
After walking a few steps away from the guy, I went back to stare at him. "Do we have a problem here?" I asked.
The guy was worked up, it looked like he wanted to punch me, but he just backed off and walked away.
I noticed a paper on the ground, it looked like a photo, I picked it up, just to see, it was our picture from months back.
"What's this?" I asked her. She looked away, then sighed from embarrassment.
She brushed her hair roughly with her hand and answered, "Isn't it obvious? Can't you see your face in it? How about mine, nothing?"
She gestured herself as that of a confident person and put her hand on her waist, "I used that as a prop to avoid disgusting men, why?" she raised her right eyebrow.
"Isn't this our picture? Since when have you been using this to fake a relationship? You know we broke up 6 months passed, right?"
"It hasn't been long, is it?" she defended. "Its useless though, it doesn't make any difference."
It felt like an insult. But it does not affect me. We are strangers now.. So who is she to badmouth a stranger?
"Why keep using something so useless?" I asked.
"Why not, when it's still important anyway?"
That ticked me, it was her who asked to break up. Important? What's important? "Important? Then why did it became so useless?"
"I don't know, you tell me, why did you became so useless?"
"So was it me? Did you ask to break up because of me?" I asked out of disappointment.
"Was it? I'm not sure." she answered bewilderedly.
I got enough of her games. I'm not the Joaquin she once knew, and of course she not the Lira I knew.
"When did it became so useless, anyway?" I asked again.
"Hmm, there was this period in our relationship when I just wanted to throw it away, I suppose keeping it was a mistake. Anyway, it was after I felt really cold next to you, when did you actually stop loving me?"
"I didn't stop though. But if this is about our break up, then has it been that long?"
"Did it look too short for you?" she asked. It has already half a year, I don't think its been long, but it doesn't look too short either.
"Well, it hasn't been long." I answered. She looked annoyed when I said it. "You think so?" she said.
"It must feel nice not being affected by jealousy, how have you been?" she continued as she pouts her mouth.
"I'm not the kind of guy to be affected by just anything, I'm sorry for that." I answered. I stood up straight, and said my goodbye. "Then, if we don't have anything else to talk about, I'll take my chance to write a period here, and hope we never see each other again."
As I walk away from her, I could feel her stare at my back. "What if... what if I didn't break up with you before? What if I try to understand my feelings and hanged on for a bit longer back then? Would you have been the only man for me?" she shouted.
I shook my head slightly, raised my hand and waved her goodbye without looking back.
Goodbye to my Lira. Sorry but I have already moved on, and I got rid of all my feelings for you. Last time I checked, I don't give a fucking shit anymore, not even an inch of concern for you.
Live your life, love yourself.
