Sometimes, I wished I could easily blend in with the background... Sometimes, I just wished I could be invisible. Nothing could've eased my depression after reading that text.
I was serious- I'm done.
Everything we've been through was for nothing. I couldn't blame anyone but myself, I decided to be the asshole to ruin everything. Vincent tried for many months to help me, but I just wasn't responding.
I began to miss his nightly Skype calls and good morning/night texts, even though I eventually found them annoying. One day, I logged on to Skype and noticed his contact wasn't really there anymore. Instead, it showed a white face and a blue background with a white bubble that had a green outline.
He deleted me.
I looked at the messages we used to send each other. My heart leapt at how we used to be.
Bae, you awake?
Yeah, just got up lol. How are you? <3
I'm okay, I have so many papers to grade. -_-
LOL! The teacher struggle!
Don't even start
xP <3 I can't wait to see you again
Liessssss
Truthhhhhhh
Liessssssss
Truthhhhhhhhh
LIIIEEEEESSSSSS
TTTRRRRRUUUUTTTTHHHH
I love you Azura <3
I know that's a lie
>:o?
Lmaooo jk <3 I love you too Vincent
I thought so, you bum -_- <3Those conversations went to being
Azura?
Yep
You good?
Mhm
Okay, just checking up on you
Thanks lol
I'm off now, have a meeting
Love you, bye
Love youI remember putting my knees to my chest and staring at the ceiling. I lost count of how many times I reread our texts. Was this for the better? Would we be happier? I couldn't find the tears anymore. I just felt... I just felt so empty. In a way, I also felt betrayed. After everything, after all of those promises...
I remember a soaring pain ripping through my head and wondering if someone decided to end me before I did.
And the saddest thing about it was that I had completely forgotten about Mom.
I remember staring into space for a long time. This emptiness- this disgusting longing. Would this be considered unrequited? I couldn't deny that I still loved Vincent. At the time, about two weeks passed and I realized he was serious.Ian didn't return home the week before and I was thinking about phoning the police. Instead, I ended up calling Vincent and it went straight to voicemail. He always picked up, even if he was in class.
He was always there for me... And I let him down.
Why did this hurt so much? Why couldn't I feel numb to dull the pain? Why did every inch of my body feel sore and cold?
I hated this.
Maybe Ian was right. Maybe this world isn't for us, I mean... if it was, we would easily blend in. In the eyes of society, I'm a statistic- I'm meaningless. Am I invisible, though? I'm far from it.
My head began to pound more and I looked over at my homework. Should I do it? Should I risk the hundreds of dollars simply because my boyfriend broke up with me? Lifelessly, my feet touched the floor and I walked over to my desk. The headache began to increase and I realized I didn't even eat that day. Did I drink something? I forgot. That's what I called the Vincent Effect.
I remember checking Facebook for the first time in months. I had a bunch of friend requests from old friends in high school and accepted them. As I scrolled down my newsfeed, however, Vincent's relationship status changed from in a relationship to single, which got 115 likes. Of course this hurt a lot, but being the selfish person I am, I checked his wall and looked at some of his posts:
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RomanceSequel of Loving Mr. Maxwell, Azura Valentine was forced to leave Vincent Maxwell and move away. Now forced to live with her biological father, Azura vows to somehow escape the chains of her father and reunite with Vincent. The struggle is real when...