I get up, grabbing a pair of leggings and a clean shirt. I throw my hair into a messy bun and slide my feet into some Adidas. I grab my keys and head out.
"I'll see you later," I say to Liv who is standing in the kitchen.
She smiles and hands me a to-go mug. "I usually make this tea when I don't feel the best. Whether it's because of illness or sadness, it brings me comfort. I hope it helps even the slightest," she says.
I smile and take it from her hand. "Thank you. I love you," I say, reaching over to hug her.
I walk into work with the mug in hand. I clock in then walk towards the front, really not wanting to be here at all.
I'm on a closing shift so it shouldn't be too bad.
"You look like... shit. Are you feeling okay?" Max asks. I feel like no matter how ha someone may look, you just shouldn't... say it.
I glare over at him, placing the mug next to the register. "Ross broke up with me," I say shortly then walk toward the closet to grab my cart.
He's quick on my heels. "What? Are you serious?" I nod and grab the cart, dragging it behind me. "Are you okay? I'm sorry."
"I look like shit, don't I?" I ask rhetorically.
Max's face turns into a frown. "I'm so sorry, Hayley."
"You didn't see? There's a photo going around of him kissing another girl," I say, my hand now gripping onto a book.
Okay, I know there's much more to the story than just that. But I can't tell anyone the truth. And at the end of the day, he kissed another girl. He's with another girl.
He reaches out, his hand resting over mine. "No, I didn't. You don't deserve that."
I shrug. "I didn't, but it happened. Again," I slip my hand out from under his and place a book into the right place.
I walk back over to see Max on his phone and I gasp when I see the photo. I told him about it so I'm not surprised he went to look. But I didn't want to see it.
Ross's hands are around her waist and I feel like vomiting and passing out at the same time. I tear my eyes away from the photo and Max looks like he's seen a ghost within me. I bolt to the back of the store, heading straight to the employee lounge.
I see the smallest corner and I sit in it, placing my hands onto the floor and counting back in my head. I feel the walls closing in on me.
This is only day one.
Day two was just as hard. I sat in class with my hands shaking, my handwriting looking like a drunk mess.
Day three I had nothing to do besides homework. With a spare notebook beside me, I decide to express myself in the most honest, raw ways. (All italicized paragraphs besides the texts are journal entries).
Everything hurts. I feel nauseous all the time. I lost all of my appetite and desire to speak to anyone. I haven't turned my phone on since he left my room three days ago.
I haven't felt like this since Dave.
I didn't think I'd feel like this so soon. I wish there was a button I could turn off. As if I could turn off my humanity switch like Damon Salvatore.
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Preacher Man // ross lynch + driver era
ספרות חובבים"Can you help me get away from this life of sin?" / Ross Lynch is like any typical college-aged boy. He's only focused on a few things: drinking, sex, money and eventually music. Hayley Atkins loves her school work and spending time with the few qu...