It couldn't be good. Definitely not. No one has ever received good news after the 'we need to talk' text. My heart wouldn't stop pounding angrily in my chest.
[Y/N] said she'd be arriving any minute and dread filled my body more and more as I tried to swallow it. I sat on the couch in the midst of the silence, waiting.
All I could do was worry and panic and stress until ten minutes later when the noise I was expecting echoed through the room, and the sound was worse than I expected. Reluctantly, I got up to answer it.
The angel of a woman stood in front of me, wearing a white flowing dress that stopped just above her knees.
"Hey," she whispered, not hesitating to come closer and embrace me. I feel her warmth and her chest pressing against me. "Can I come in?"
"Mhm." I moved to the side hugging the door so she could walk in. She didn't sit down.
"So, I just wanna say-"
"Don't do this, it's embarrassingly obvious what's happening, just- don't."
"Justin, please-"
"Whatever it is, I'll change it, I'll make it better-"
"It's not you baby," she said sadly.
I couldn't stop noticing how beautiful she looked in the dress she was wearing. I'd never seen it before.
"Then who is it? Whose fault is it?" I frowned, feeling my entire face tighten. None of it felt real.
"No one's to blame. I just think it's best if we don't see each other anymore." She looked so beautiful under the light. She was the brightest.
My heart shattered into pieces, a feeling I'd only ever heard about, I didn't think it would hurt so much.
I swallowed. "Fine, whatever."
"You don't have to pretend Justin," [Y/N] said with sympathy dripping from her voice, my jaw clenched and I had to refrain from throwing my eyes back.
Why wasn't she hurting?
I didn't speak for a while, I merely sat and let the events replay in my mind. I had questions, questions I knew I really didn't want the answer to. I asked them anyway.
"Is there someone else?"
"No," she whispered, her head swaying from left to right.
"Are you lying?"
Her face dropped. "No- of course not. There isn't anyone else, I don't think there will be for a while."
"Then why are you doing this? Why are you breaking my heart?" I pleaded, forcing myself not to cry. I nipped the skin of my thigh instead, feeling the harsh sting numb my emotions.
"I just think it's what's best. I'm just not feeling it anymore and I knew I couldn't live a lie, I couldn't hurt you like that."
I nodded. "Why are you wearing that?" I asked, looking her up and down.
"What do you mean? Do you not like it?"
"It doesn't matter what I think. Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?"
"I thought it was cute," she protested, ignoring my question. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress.
"Okay," I replied.
There was a pause filled with tension, the room was silent but my mind was the opposite.
"I think I should go," she muttered, getting ready to make a move for the door.
