Lost Love

20. Cutting Ties

A/N: Gorgeous song at the side, fitting for the chapter. Hope you like the chapter! :)

Blake ran after Ozzy after he left my room. I couldn’t blame her; I was the one doing the breaking up and therefore I had caused Ozzy’s pain. While a large part of me understood why she had ran after him to console him, all I wanted to do was to cry on my best friend’s shoulder, but I knew her allegiances were not solely to me. 

I made a rash decision there and then to head straight for the train station home, deciding to pick up my belongings later on in the week. I would collect my assignment feedback upon my return, but for now, I just needed to go home.

Daisy has thankfully come to my rescue to pick me up, as my parent’s don’t finish work until much later on and I wasn’t quite ready to break the news to them yet. I spot her standing at the barriers, her hair tied in a top-knot, her legs exposed from a cute tea dress and her big black bag hanging off of her shoulder. She waves when she sees me, but before I can reach her, I’m in tears.

Panic takes over her as she draws me into a hug, trying to soothe me. 

But it’s no use. It’s really hit home now about the enormity of what I’ve done. I’ve broken up with Ozzy. I’ve given up trying in a relationship where I knew Ozzy would spend a lifetime trying if it meant he could still be with me, but it’s no use, I’ve given up the chances of that happening now and that stings.

‘Imo, what’s wrong?’ She questions, dragging her head back from my grasp so she can see me.

‘I...broke up...with Ozzy,’ I stutter, my tears falling down my face. 

‘Nooo,’ she gasps, pulling me back in for a hug. Her eyes are alert in panic and I can mentally see her thinking over the possible reasons as to why. Though however dramatic she may think, it’s a lot simpler than expected. ‘Oh why? What’s happened?’

We move ourselves from inside the train station to an outside bench, before I retell the whole event to Daisy. She listens carefully, her hand resting on top of mine, before I finish, when all she says is a soft, ‘wow’.

I look across at her and she just pouts at me. ‘I’m sorry, sweetheart.’

‘I hated seeing him so sad though, Daisy. I care for him so much, it was making us both so unhappy and I know it’s harder for him because he loves the old Imogen, but-’

‘I don’t think you should be distancing yourself from your past though,’ she enthuses, making me look at her. ‘While it sounds like you both need a break, remember, your past is you. Sure, you might not remember, not now, maybe not ever, but all of that stuff happened. Because you’ve ended things with Ozzy, it doesn’t erase your past completely.’

‘I know,’ I say, though I’m unsure if I am in fact actually trying to cut ties with this infamous Imogen who has been holding me back. 

‘I think you need a few days to calm down a bit and then maybe talk to him again. You’re going to have to see him if you’re living together next year, aren’t you?’

I nod morosely. While it seemed so simple before the breakup, now, the thought of living with Ozzy as singletons is incredibly daunting.

‘Will you check on him for me?’ I ask. 

She nods. ‘I’ll give him a call later, of course.’

We spend the rest of the afternoon trying to put my mind off of what has happened,  by unpacking and sorting through the few possessions and clothes I’ve brought back with me to tide me over for the next few days, especially before Eleanor comes home and realises something is wrong. I think she’ll be the first person to recognise the big change. She’s very observant, I’ve noticed.