I cant shake this feeling now. We're going through the motions. Hoping you'd stop.
-I'm a Mess, Ed Sheeran
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He was gone.
He was out of my life once again. Except this time, it wasn't my choice, and if it had been, Zachary would still be sitting right next to me.
I was sitting in my front lawn with my knees pressed against chest, staring at the direction his car had gone. I had been here for half an hour already. He had been gone for half an hour. Some part of me believed if I continued looking in the direction he had gone, I would see his car coming back.
With every minute that passed, my hope in his return grew weaker and I cried harder.
My mind kept replaying his words over and over, and they had started to sound like a haunted melody.
So he's the one that's better than me? The one that's worth ruining friendships? The one that can make you cry yet still deserve your kisses?
But I know you, Cas. I know that's not what you wanted to be doing.
Josh can be your bestie. You obviously need him more than me.
His words hurt me and confused me. Yet, I kept repeating them because they were the last things he had said to me, and I did not know if I would hear his voice again.
These painful, harsh words were the last ones I had of his, and because of this they seemed to be tattooed to my brain.
"Why you crying?" a harsh voice asked, tearing myself out of my swirling self-pity.
I looked up, half expecting Zachary to be in front of me, wearing his smug look and tell me this was all a sick joke.
Yet, it wasn't him. Instead, I found myself looking at Mrs. Dudley in her driveway, staring at me with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. Almost like I was a snake in a glass compartment.
Mrs. Dudley was a mean, judgmental elderly lady, who was infamously known for hating everything. She lived alone next tk my house, and the whole street avoided her at all cost, scared of her snide remarks. In fact, her residence lowered the price value of the whole street.
It seemed damn right ironic that in my worst day, I would have to be in her presence with her full attention. The world was trying to find ways to make me feel better.
"Did your boyfriend break up with you or something?" she rudely asked, when I didn't answer.
I was too shocked to answer. Her candor always found a way to surprise people. If she was remotely agreeable, it would've been admirable. Instead, it was just rude.
"I saw him leave you know," she said, and I was sure my eyebrows went up all the way.
How long had she seen me crying?
"You mean, Zachary?" I asked without thinking, and winced. Hearing his name out loud, caused a pain in my chest.
"If you mean the hot piece of meat and sexy beast of a boy that left in a jealous rage then yes," she answered, and my jaw dropped at her description.
Was there no sensor for her mouth?
"So what happened? Did he get you pregnant and decided to ditch? Did he throw the sperm and left like a bad perm?" she asked, wagging her cane crazily.
It would've been humorous if it was somebidy else going through this. Instead, it was me and the situation was damn right terrifying.
"Nobody is pregnant!" I yelled terrified.
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