P3
HER POV
She kept driving, but looked back more than occasionally. Everytime, she could still see him by the doorway. ‘He looks so sad….’ she thought to herself. But no, she would have none of that. He told her to leave, so she did. She finally pulled up into her driveway. She didn’t even take her things out of the trunk. She left her care in the rain and walked into her house. She turned on all the lights to her 3 story building. The largeness of it all just made her feel even more lonely.
She kicked her boots off by the doorway and slowly made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She flipped the lights on and dropped herself onto the bed. She stared up at the blue canopy on top of her bed. She closed her eyes and remembered. She remembered all the smiles, all the laughter. She felt a huge ache in her heart. She laid down on her side and curled herself up into a ball.
She remembered waiting. Waiting for him hour after hour after hour. Multiple times too. She remembered ignoring him, and she remembered slapping him.
Fresh tears threatened to fall, and they did.
‘How could I slap him…? Why did I…..” she wondered to herself. She couldn’t even remember.
She cried and cried. She took her shirt and skirt off. She pulled the covers over her head, wearing just her bare essentials. She buried her head under her pillows and cried to herself. She cried herself to sleep. That’s how she stayed for a few days. Days turned to weeks. After two weeks of just: eating, cleaning herself, showering, sleeping, and crying every moment she could, she tried to pull herself together and decided to step out of her house.
She sent texts and called her closest friends- a group of 5 guys from god knows where. They all came to her house in one huge Hummer. She wanted to go shopping, and so they went with her. She sat in the front passenger seat. The driver was her best friend, Jonathan, an old high-school sweet heart. They drive to a huge outlet mall, pretty uncrowded because it was exclusive and privately owned.
They walked into the grand entrance with Jonathan and her in the front.
They walked in pairs, in three rows. Adam, a tall and tan Caucasian with dirty blond hair walked behind with Jacob, a tall and tan Asian with jet black hair.
Behind them walked a pair of twins. They were British-Asian with perfect accents. Anthony and Jesse. They weren’t tan, but they weren’t pale either. Their hair were shades of brown and just a heap of messy perfection.
Anthony wore a gray cardigan, and Jesse wore white. they both wore a clean, black, high v-neck underneath. Anthony wore white straight jeans, and Jesse wore plain straight jeans. Jacob both wore a Suede varsity Basketball jacket, unbuttoned, with a white shirt underneath. Adam wore A Black button-up shirt, the top two or three undone, and a white tie. He wore khakis and Adidas sambas.
Jonathan wore a black sweater with a white button-up collar popping up neatly on top. He threw on a clean, thin, blue-gray sports jacket on top just to feel more conservative. He wore black straight-legged jeans and clean white Nike’s with a black Nike emblem. Walking beside him was her. She wore a loose-but-somehow-formfitting blue cashmere cardigan buttoned all the way with a white tank top underneath. She wore a black flowing skirt that did not reach mid-thigh. She wore knee-high leather boots with 4-5 inch heels. Purses and tiny handbags were out of the picture now. She carried a beige satchel.
They walked in a group, always in sync and always in their own bubble. They talked, shopped, and laughed. It was the same old same old. Somehow, hours and hours went by. As they continued on with their day, their rows broke up and they just walked in a big group around Jonathan and her. Their walking slowed too.
They were walking an over-pass to the other side of the mall when Jonathan said to her “Hey, let’s hold hands, or link arms like we used to.”
She laughed loudly, but he kept a serious face. How could she say no to him, her best friend?
“Alright…” she said with resentment.
He held out his hand and she slowly took it. All the guys started immaturely cheering and whistling.
“You guys are impossible…” she said, sighing and shaking her head.
She went to pull her hand away but he held on.
They walked down the overpass and somebody caught her eye. Him.
‘Why is he here…. what am I…. what is he…. why………..’ she thought to herself.
They were 10 feet from each other and she held onto Jonathan’s hand tight. She saw that he was with another girl. They were talking. They were walking close to each-other. He was holding a lot of bags with female clothing. She turned her head and looked at the cars passing by underneath. ‘Whatever…’ she thought to herself as she blinked back tears.
Jonathan felt her tensing up and put an arm around her shoulders. Jonathan looked over at the passing guy and saw him glaring at him. ‘Weird…’
She felt uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be his arm around me, it should be his….
But she didn’t complain. She tried to comply and even smiled a bit.
Both groups slowed their talking. As he passed by with the girl, she whispered something to her and he laughed. They were nodding to each-other and having little conversations.
She continued to blink back tears and continued to walk, eventually leaning into jonathan for support, She started to sob quietly.
They all walked back to the hummer and drove back to her house. They sat around in her large living room, taking care of her.
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HIS POV.
He watches as she drove away. ‘This is all a bad, bad dream and it will all be done with soon,’ he thought to himself.
He stood there for what seemed like hours, even after she was completely out of sight. ‘why the hell would I dream a dream like this?’
He walked back inside and slowly walked upstairs. He slowly looked around the bedroom and took it all in. He remembered how in the mornings, they would get dressed together by the bed. He remembered how they would wake up next to eachother, or in eachother’s arms. He remembered.
He remembered how he hated to see her cry. He remembered how real this heart-break was. He remembered her pushing him out of the way to get through the door. He remembered her skapping his face…
He slowly brought his hand up to gingerly touch the last place she had ever touched him.
‘She’s gone…’ he thought to himself.
He collapsed into his bed and just looked at the ceiling. He didn’t feel any strange tugging at his heart, because he already knew it was broken. He grabbed a handful of blanket, unconsciously looking for her hand to hold. It wasn’t there anymore. all of those late nights and sweet kisses were…. gone.
He wouldn’t accept it. He laid in bed and waited for sleep. ‘When I wake up, everything will be fine,’ he thought to himself.
Morning came, and nothing was fine. He woke up, and she wasn’t there. He woke up, and her things were still gone. He woke up, and his heart was still broken.
“Fuck .”
He didn’t know what to do. But, that’s how guys just are generally. He sat around, slept and thought. He’d feed the dogs and shower, but that was about it. Just the basic necessities. He barely lived, if what he did was even qualified as living.
Weeks passed by and he called up a friend. He had come to the conclusion that he needed to get out of the house. He wore a clean black, long sleeved button up with a white matte tie. He kept his sleeves cleanly rolled up. He had dark gray straight legged jeans that were perfectly loose and perfectly tight. He wore black-on-white Adidas Sambas. A simple platinum and yellow gold Rolex- Datejust model- was on his left wrist.
The drive to the shopping center was long, but he did not mind. He met up with her on the East wing and she just talked and talked. He wondered if she ever talked this much. Probably not…
They walked for hours and he listened to her for hours. He brought a few things, a lot actually and they stopped to get coffee.
A few minutes later, he found himself and his friend walking on the overpass to the West wing of the mall. He saw a large group of people walking from the other side and noticed somebody. Her. He felt his heart fall, again. He decided to finally tune into what his friend was saying.
Too bad she wasn’t talking. They were getting closer. He moved more to the side so they had more room, making himself closer to his friend. He didn’t even notice. He saw the guy holding her hand. H watched him put his arm around her. He wanted to jump him right then and there, but he just glared. As they got closer, his friend whispered to him, ” Oh my goodness! That girl… the one in the front, she’s frickin gorgeous!” He laughed and whole-heartedly agreed with her.
“But damn, I think she knows, look at all of those guys….” his friend said. He laughed, slightly annoyed, but also agreed.
“That guy looked so into her… y’know…? But she looked… annoyed and kind of sad….” his friend continued. He smirked at that statement, but he still felt the heartbreak of seeing her with another guy.
“I bet I’d look great with her,” he said unconsciously but enthusiastically.
“Actually, I was just thinking that! You seriously would!” his friend agreed. They laughed. he looked back at the large group and saw her leaning onto the other guy.
He felt another blow to his already tattered heart. “Wonderful…” he said to himself.
The rest of the day went by quickly. It consisted of his friend going on and on about… nothing, and shopping. He said his goodbyes to his friend and tossed all of the shopping backs into the back of the car. What did he buy anyway?
He drove back to his house and parked his car in the drive-way. He pulled out the shopping bags and walked through his front door.
He set the bags down and shut his front door. Looking through the bags, most of the things were girl clothes….
He sighed in frustration and walked up the stairs. They were all in her size and all things that she would like and look good in.
He laid down on the bed and kicked his shoes off.
He pulled of his jeans and took his tie and button-up off. He stared at the ceiling again and just waited.
‘What am I supposed to do…..?’ he asked himself.
No answer came.
