As I came down my carpeted stairs and walked into my lounge I felt different. Like something bad was going to happen. Soon. I don't like this feeling. I checked my rose gold iPhone 6 and saw I had a message from my boyfriend, Ben.
Meet me at Starbucks at 12. We need to talk.
Checking the time and seeing it is 11, I run up the stairs and walk into my bedroom. I grab a burgundy top and some leggings, throw them on, tell my mum I'm going out and leave my house. I walk down the road and wonder what he wanted to talk about. Maybe he wanted to ask me on a date...WHAT IF HE WANTED TO BREAK UP WITH ME!? Well that thought just made me feel bad....maybe this was why I was feeling bad earlier. Oh no he is going to break up with me isn't he?
I walk into Starbucks and lock eyes with Ben. As I walk over to the table he stands up and looks apologetic. Oh no. He greets me with a hug and tells me
"I'm moving away."
Oh. That's not as bad as I hoped but still not great.
"Which means" he carries on "we can't see each other any more"
I just stare at him speechless. He doesn't even look sad...not even a little bit. I just walk out and call my favourite person in the world at the moment. Riley.
