An Apple A Day(Trixya)

Start Over

"I heard Violet got fired."

"Yeah, she did, and she is also getting divorced."

"Did you have something to do with that?"

"Who? Me? Oh, never." Trixie chuckled as she leaned back on her pillows, taking her glasses off. Katya looked at Trixie as she leaned on her elbow.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired." Trixie smiled weakly at Katya, trying to hide her emotions.

"I am starting at my new school next week."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"Are you excited?"

"That was a dumb question Trixie."

"Was it?"

"Yes. I don't want to go to another school. It is so stupid."

"Then don't go."

"Trixie, if I actually had a choice, I wouldn't even be here. I would be there, with you." Katya looked down and played with her hair, feeling as if she said too much.

"Do you miss me?"

"Of course I miss you."

"Want me to come see you?"

"That is a 72 hour drive. When would you even have the time?"

"Christmas break is around the corner, I could come then."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You aren't asking me. I am asking you."

"What would I even say to my mom?"

"Does she know I'm your teacher, well former teacher?"

"No."

"Well then, I'm just a friend who misses you. How about that?"

"I don't know."

"I mean, it is the truth. I am your friend and I miss you dearly."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, I do. I miss you a lot. There is not a moment in the day that isn't spent thinking about you." Trixie sighed as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It's a constant thing, feeling sad because I can't hug you or see you. I could completely be without sex, that part doesn't bother me. It is the not being able to simply touch you at all."

"I'm sorry."

"This isn't your fault."

"I should have never gotten involved with Violet."

"Don't blame yourself for that. Violet knew what she was doing. It is okay, we will be okay. You will start at your new school and make new friends. Who knows? Maybe you can find a nice girl who catches your eye."

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"Being happy is important Katya."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I want you happy Katya, so if it makes you happy then yes."

"You make me happy."

"I am not there to do that anymore though."

"Trixie?"

"Yeah?"

"Take me away,"

"What?"

"Come take me away."

"Katya, you can't be serious." Katya was silent, not looking at the camera. "Right?"

"And if I am?"

"What about school, where would you live?"

"I could get a job to pay for school, and well.."

"Well?"

"I was hoping to stay with you until I had enough money to live on my own."

"Katya, your parents would not let that happen."

"I am 18."

"Yeah, I know but.."

"You know what? Nevermind, it was stupid to even ask you that." When Katya finally looked at the camera, her eyes were filling with tears.

"Katy.."

"I should be getting to bed, I have stuff to do tomorrow. Goodnight Trixie." Katya ended the facetime call before Trixie could speak another word. Trixie stared at her blank iPad, feeling worse than she did before. She reached over, turned off her lamp, and laid back down, trying to find comfort. None was this was supposed to happen. She was starting over with life after getting her heart broken. Trixie was ready to live a new life without feeling the pain, yeah she would sleep with a few people but never get attached to any of them. She was going to follow her dream of being a teacher and maybe even start playing music again. Something changed that plan though. Katya changed that plan. Sure, Trixie got the teaching job she wanted but she also got something else. She got heart broken again. She fell in love with her student and now she was left with what seemed like nothing. Trixie closed her eyes to try and forget how she felt, but opened them when her phone went off. She looked at her phone and felt her heart shatter.

Babygirl(Katya): You don't have to come see me. Oh and I think it is a good idea if we don't talk anymore. It is not doing either of us any good, it never has. Goodbye Trixie.

Tears hit the bright screen as Trixie held her chest, feeling the pain of Katya's words. The pain of her goodbye.