I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met
And the sparks flew instantly
And people would say they're the lucky ones
My friend pulled me up the stone stairs of the library “erm no I’m not going in there” I stopped dragging the heel of my brogues against the concrete pavement stopping us from entering the building “why not?” she questioned pushing her hair out of her face “because that’s where I met him” I mumbled the last part still not over the breakup “but we need to study!” she whined putting up a fight. I huffed and swallowed back my hesitation “alright into the library we go” I grabbed her arm and pushed the door open.
I used to know my place was a spot next to you
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on
I quickly averted my eyes, I couldn’t believe it I can’t go anywhere without bashing into him “oh my god” I quietly groaned. There he stood right next to the history books-the books that I needed “I can’t do this Lily” I whispered to my friend searching to for an exit “you can do this” Lily whispered back to me I shook my head “I can’t I really can’t I don’t know what we are. Are we friends? Are we not? What happens after a breakup?” I whisper harshly confused as to how to address the situation, I moaned miserably “worse I bet he hates me!”
Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead to fallout,
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up that I can't break through
“come on breath its fine” Lily assured me “you weren’t there he looked absolutely heartbroken” I whispered the last part as I remembered his facial expression when I told him that I didn’t want to be there sitting on the floor with him “relax he just took what you said the wrong way” I nodded my head and wiped my jumper covered hand across my face wiping away the tears of frustration that had begun to fall.
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dyin' to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?
Yeah
I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
Lily had left me to go talk to the librarian leaving me all alone in a room with him! I can’t do this I’m not over us. I grabbed a history textbook and sat down trying to ignore the elephant in the room that had taken the shape of my ex-boyfriend.
Next chapter
I sat down and opened up the textbook turning to the contents page.
How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy
And you're doing your best to avoid me
I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us
Of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here
But you held your pride like you should have held me,
Oh I'm scared to see the ending why are we pretending this is nothing
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud.
I took a sneaky glance from the corner of my eye. Holy crap he’s looking over here! Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me I prayed while pulling my jumper sleeves further over my hands. Oh god my heart raced whether it was from fear or anticipation I didn’t know all I knew was I had to look busy. Right come on read the textbook. Stalin leader of the Soviet Union died in 1953 a new leader took over called Krushchev. Oh god I can’t do this the silence is suffocating, do I go up to him? Do I not?
This is looking like a contest
Of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when you were on my side
I can’t do this, I can’t continue pretending that I don’t care that we are in breathing distance of each other. When did this get so complicated life was easier when we were together.
So many things that you wish I knew
But the story of us might be ending soon
I wish I could go up to him and tell him how I felt, the breakup was messy and so many things were left unsaid which I wish weren’t. Maybe just maybe there can be a twist of events, with this in mind I took a calming breath and stood up the legs of my chair scraping against the carpeted floor “you can do this” I muttered to myself putting one foot in front of the other. I closed my eyes as I got closer and closer taking a breath to steady my nerves “don’t back down now” I opened them and saw a girl. Oh. It was Lily. Big oh. And they were kissing.
And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, cause we're going down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
I felt my heart break once again, I turned back round and grabbed my satchel and textbook heading out the library, tears of heartbreak running slowly down my cheeks. Slamming the door I didn’t look back as I walked down the concrete stairs away from the best friend and ex-boyfriend.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
The End
It was definitely the end of the story of us.
