The Space Between Us | L.S

The Last Time

Louis called me the next day, and the next and the next.

I ignored each one; knowing I would crack if I listened to his voice.

When I got back from my final class of the day, I found my fingers tingling with the desire to pick up my phone and call him back. Instead I went for a run, every time the thought of him popped into my head I ran faster. Which ultimately left me dry-heaving on the sidewalk six blocks from my flat.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My white shirt sporting dark stains under the armpit. My hair saturated with sweat. I was breaking out a bit on my forehead. I stared at my reflection, overanalyzing every square inch of my face. I pulled my skin back, something I would frequently do as a child.

Why would he want to get back with this?

I physically shook the thought from my brain.

"We don't think like that anymore Wendy." I told myself clearly.

Louis 19:16: Why are you ignoring me?

I'm not, just busy.

I write out the message but quickly delete it.

Because you're no good for me

I gave my screen a repulsed look and pushed the backspace arrow until I was once again left with an empty bubble.

Because I know if I talk to you then that will be it. I will want to get back together and never want to stop touching you and kissing you and listening to you talk about anything. I miss you so much but I can't because we are not good for each other but maybe we are; I'm not sure. AND THAT IS WHY I AM IGNORING YOU!!!!

I looked down at my message and almost slapped myself.

"Oh my god, I'm actually losing my bloody mind." I whispered.

"Are you almost ready?" Jonas called into my bedroom; I looked down at my attire and overall flagrant state.

"Uh, give me a moment!" I rushed past him to the washroom.

An hour later Jonas and I joined our friends; my hair still damp from the excessive shower where I physically tried to scrub Louis out of my conscious.

"Fifteen?" Sam screeched in bafflement, repositioning their body to sit cross legged on the loveseat.

"Did I stutter?" Jonas answered smugly, pinching the soft, white food between his fingers.

"You cannot fit fifteen marshmallows into your mouth?" Sam narrowed their eyes at the brunette man.

"I could probably fit more but I try to keep the choking for the bedroom." Jonas smirked giving Will an intentional side eye.

"Jesus Christ." Will's face grew hot and the room cascaded with different types of laughter. I let out a string of giggles; sinking further into my chair. The armchair was something like a creamy leather marshmallow. It was the kind of chair that molded around you and hugged you as much as supported you.

The friend group had found themselves at Celine and Jamie's lavish condo that was located in Castlefield; somewhere I could only dream of living one day. Their apartment was sleek and clean, and strangers would be baffled when you told them two children lived here. Except for when Jonas raided their pantry moments before and found the goldmine of junk food. Which takes us back to him informing the group of how secret talent involving marshmallows. Our childish antics almost was a direct contradiction to the room we were sitting in. All the furniture was high end and bespoke; very telling at how Celine was an actual grown-up rather than what Jonas and I pretended to be.