After a delicious stack of blueberry pancakes and a long talk with one of my favorite people in the world, I winded up sitting on the steps of my house feeling more empty than when I'd got here.
The sun was setting a few miles away and gave the sky a beautiful pink tinge. I drew the sleeves of my jacket to cover my hands and folded them on my lap.
The cool air and the fast approach of dusk did not help my loneliness. I fished out my phone and opened the camera app. After focusing on the point where the orange globe dipped into the earth I took the picture and opened Instagram.
After posting the picture captioned with a dreamy emoji I went to my account and stiffened.
Staring at me on my profile picture was a photo of me and Antonio I took in the car right after he popped the question. It showed me in a yellow t-shirt with Mickey and Minnie on it showing off the huge rock on my finger and grinning like an idiot while Antonio kissed me on the cheek.
My eyes zoomed in on the ring and I remembered it was sitting at the bottom of my suitcase as useless as both the person that gave it to me and the empty promises he spouted.
Shaking my head, I quickly changed the photo to that of a random picture of a field of sunflowers.
I didn't have time to do anything else as an incoming video call interrupted me.
I saw Debra's name and groaned.
I slid the answer button and positioned the phone away from me so they could see my face.
The camera spun around a bit before it focused on Debra and Hanna.
"Hi!" They chorused.
"Hey guys. How's it going?"
"We saw your Instagram post and wow, it's getting pretty late," said Hanna squinting at the screen. The green of her blouse looked especially bright under the florescent lights of the office.
"Yeah, it's almost seven-thirty," I used my free hand to support my chin.
"So how are you, Dee? And don't even think about lying to me," Debra's eyebrow shot up.
Before I could respond Hanna cut in. "Dee is strong, she'll be fine in the end, what I really want to know is when you're coming back, Denise. The office just isn't the same without you," Hanna pouted.
I looked at the two women on my screen; one with cascading blonde hair and the other with brown hair in a messy bun, both unequivocally good.
"I'm sorry guys. I sent in my resignation letter yesterday. I'm not coming back."
They looked at each other.
"What do you mean you're not coming back?" Hanna asked, aghast.
"You guys don't seriously think I'll come back there after what happened, right?" I laughed.
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A Girl's Guide To Being Jilted | ✓ChickLit
Denise Webster has never been known to make good decisions, so when her fiancè fails to show up for their wedding, she is sure it is a sign to change her ways. Broke, distraught and heartbroken, Denise has no choice but to move back to her childhood...