Luna's POV
The boys had left a few hours ago and once again I was left alone with my own thoughts. I hate when I'm left alone because then these thoughts begin to drive me crazy. I start questioning myself. What did I do wrong? Could I have done something differently? Was I not pretty enough? Should I have paid more attention to him? The same thing would go around and around in my head. Which I hated, I was never the one to feel so insecure about myself. And for that, I hated it so much. I was laying in bed, my house completely quiet. My dog, laying next to me, comforting me. In some way, I think he knew that I was sad. We continued to lay in this uncomfortable silence, I was staring at the ceiling. My phone began to ring, disrupting the quietness. I pulled my phone close to me, sliding my thumb across the screen. Not caring to look at the caller I.d.
"Hello?"
"Wassuuppp"
"Zion?"
"That's me haha"
"Z it's 3 in the morning. Are you drunk?"
"noooo I'm not"
"What do you want Zion?"
"have you heard about my girlfriend?"
"Mya? yeah I have"
"she's sooo prettyyy, and great in bed"
"I thought you've only been together for two days?"
"noooo we've been together seven months"
"s-seven months?"
"yeah man"
"w-what about Luna?"
"nah man, only dated her for clout"
"o-ohh y-yeah z"
"I think I love Mya, should I tell her Ed?"
"oh umm i-it's up to you"
"i gotta go call her Edwin"
"Oh y-yeah s-sure"
"Thanks for talking to me bro, byyeee"
"b-bye z"
Call Ended
after that phone call, for the first time I actually felt the tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I covered my mouth to muffle my sobs. I hated the way I was feeling. My chest physically hurt, that aching feeling. Ollie must heard me crying because he sat up and laid his head on my chest. Doing his best to comfort me in some way. Soon after Ollie began to cry with me. Which made me even more sad, my own dog was crying with me. "I'm sorry Ollie" I said rubbing his back. I stopped crying and wiped my cheeks. I grabbed my phone and began to text Austin. Telling him about the phone call with Zion. We texted back and forth for at least an hour until I told him I was getting tired. Truth was, I wasn't tired. I just wanted to be left alone. I needed to get better for myself. Even if it means cutting all contacts with Zion. And that's I did, I deleted his number, unfollowed him on all social media, archived all our pictures on Instagram. I just couldn't have anything of him in life. I got up from my bed and turned on my light. I grabbed all his clothes that he's left at here. Everything he has ever gotten me and setting them out. I walked over to my door and to my hallway closet. I grabbed a box and went back to my room. I threw the things into the box and when I was done, I still felt broken but it was like the first step to moving forward with my life.
