My phone buzzes from beside me as I relax on my unmade bed doing absolutely nothing. I sigh and pick it up. It is a text, from the one and only Brad Connet, my ex. I close my eyes, trying to pretend the sudden ache in my heart is nonexistent. But it isn't, we used to be in love, and now I can't even look him in the eyes.
Brad: Hey, can we talk? Please?
I get up off my bed and begin to pace my room.
What if I ignore him?
Would he come over?
Should I just reply that I'm busy?
Nah, he wouldn't buy it.
I let out a growl and stop pacing in front of my mirror. I examine myself. My curls are a lopsided mess, and my loungewear aren't much different. My expression tells the entire story I'm sure. My face is all scrunched up and my eyes are glassy looking, which, in regards to me doesn't mean I'm about to cry, it means I'm about to beat the shit out of someone.
So yeah, I'm pissed.
Why? Whelp, let's start with the fact that Brad cheated on me, with my fucking sister. Now let's approach the fact that Brad only touched my sister because we had just had a little fight. Ok, maybe not a little one, but still. He should not be able to decide where I apply to college right? Right! But obviously Brad disagrees. So as soon as we both begrudgingly decide to take a break, he decides to hook up with my sister. My sister! And then he has the audacity to act offended at my anger!
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I count to ten and open them, already feeling much calmer. I shuffle my way back to bed and collapse on it. I stare up at the ceiling and go over my options. I could either ignore him, or go hear him out. But listening to his excessive apologies won't change anything. The truth is, I will never be able to look at him the same, and I will never be able to completely trust him ever again. I fell in love with him because of his loyal nature, and now that I know he really isn't all that loyal, I don't know where we stand. Are we screwed as a couple? Or should we try again? Is our connection broken? Is our love broken?
Authors note: Hey, I dunno what exactly this is. I just wanted to write something, so I did. It's not even a story, it may be the beginning of a story, but I won't finish it. I really seem to struggle with following through with my writing. I have several started pieces in my drafts, but I just don't have the time to edit and revise them, so they just sit there, wasting away...