She told herself over and over again not to care about anyone. She simply didn't want to feel that pain ever again... But why is it that Aria's shattered heart doesn't listen after she meets him?
You know when you find the one? The one you can ima...
Scrolling through my social media feed, I looked at the picture of a llama in sunglasses where a white text read "no llama drama". I soon realized it actually was a video so I pressed play and the llama was now doing some sort of sketchy but catchy dance. Now, this almost broke my poker face, but it wasn't until I scrolled down to the next video that I actually cracked a little laugh.
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It was a Friday night. It had already been a whole two weeks since I moved in with my aunt and I honestly couldn't ask for more. She has been so kind to me and really was doing her best to make me feel welcomed, and I did. The moments she was here had been great, we even sat down to watch a movie last week. In addition to that, we went shopping together one day because my wardrobe was obviously lacking after the move, something Anna had taken a notice to right away. She helped me pick a few stuff out and she insisted on paying for it all. To think I would be this spoiled, I started to feel like a burden more than a guest. I had to pay her back for all her kindness someday.
All in all, I was really happy to get to live here with her, the only downside was that she worked all the time.
I had the tv on and was sitting comfortably on her black leather sofa. An episode of Friends was playing in the background as I kept on scrolling through my feed and a notification popped up. A message from Anna. I let out a sigh. She won't be coming home today either.
I put my phone back on the coffee table in front of me. I sank down a little more in the sofa, feeling tired. I was slowly falling asleep when my phone buzzed again. I groaned out as I lifted my head to glare at it, annoyed that someone had interrupted my almost-sleep.
But that feeling slowly went away the second I opened the message. It was from Emma.
Emma used to be my best friend, or so I thought. Her true colors came out the second Mason died, one after the other. She was my best friend but also my brother's girlfriend. I know how that sounds, but back then I was happy that two people that I loved were together.
I opened the message and felt immediate disgust rise within me. She sent me a picture of her making out with Nate. My ex-best friend and my ex-boyfriend, eating each other up. I looked at the picture...
Looks like I'll be needing a drink.
I looked at the clock, it was 9.15 pm. I got out of the sofa and went up to my room, quickly changing to a pair of tight fitted jeans with a leather belt and a basic black T-shirt that I tucked into my jeans. I put my wavy brown hair into a high ponytail on top of my head. Going into the bathroom, I added a little bit of blush to my pale face and a bit of color to my lips. My lashes were naturally long and curled so I skipped the mascara. But as I studied my eyes, I saw that they looked cold and distant. I tried to smile in the mirror but the smile was pathetic, it couldn't convince a living soul even if my life depended on it. I rolled my eyes at my reflection. I don't get why I even care. Pitiful, really
