My father used to say that when you really love something you should learn to let it go.
Well, I really tried to let go of Jackson but he was my love. My first love. And why should I let go of him.. Im not selfish! The more I thought about it, the less I cared.
My stomach dropped for the last two days. I didnt go home cause I was too embarrassed and insecure. No one was able to contact me because my phone cracked when I threw it into the snow.
And so I stood there, with a coffee in my hand and dirty clothes. Because I really didnt care at all. I sipped some of the hot stuff and accidentally burned my tounge "ouch!!" I spoiled the coffee everywhere and cursed again. Man I never swore so much. As I looked down on me a creepy feeling came into my lungs. What the fuck am I wearing... I asked myself. My hat was so old it got holes in it like a cheese and my jacket was dirty as hell. "Huh.. thats why Zico always plays with you.. youre so not ladylike Irina, oh my me." I wanted to slap my cheeks but even for that I was too lazy. Seriously.. did I smell bad? Cause I felt homeless.
Time flew by like a airplane. My head hang there for 20 minutes. "Girl, what are you doing here?!" "OMO!" Sasukes voice startled me. "Jesus, why do you always scare me.." I looked away and smirked. "Dont you spend the holidays with your family?" "No." "Then go to the university with me haha.." "No." "Well.. what else do you wanna do?" "I want to stand here, with my half spoiled coffee and breathe in silence." "Wow.. thats uncool and so not like you." He came closer to me and patted my left shoulder. "I saw Jackson." My eyes widened. "Why are you telling me this?" Our eyes met. "I thought you wanted to know since hes your husband.." "Sasuke." "SO uhm do you wanna.. come with me?" "No, now go." He murmured something and let go of my shoulder. After a while he got away from me and said goodbye. But I didnt reply.
Thoughts of losing Jackson came into my mind..
5 hours later
I decided to go home. As much as I hated the fact that there are two people who are angry at me.. I couldnt spend one night more alone. I decided to talk to Jackson.
Took a deep breath and opened the door. The floor was dark and before anybody could notice that Im home I ran into my room. But he wasnt there.
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FanfictionWinter, Tokyo. What a lazy day. Irina took the cup and cleaned it until it began to shine. Ten hot minutes and she could go home. The bell rings - another Costumer? "Im sorry." She could face a slight face moving in the shape of the cup she still...
