This will be common going forward– many of the conversations in this chapter are taken verbatim from text messages. Screenshots will be at the end of the chapter.
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June 28th
I wrapped my white towel around my body as I stepped out of the shower. This was my third shower today, and it still didn't feel like enough; all the showers in the world couldn't scrub the shame and disgust I felt from yesterday.
I stood in front of the sink, with the warm steam clouding the mirror that hung above the faucet. I raised my hand to wipe off the steam, but I paused. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see my reflection.
I closed the toilet seat and sat down. The warm steam was actually quite relaxing. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes, processing the last 24 hours of my life.
I knew I was miserable, even though I loved him; I knew I should move on.
I cracked open the bathroom door to make sure no one was in the hallway, and quickly shuffled to my bedroom and closed the door.
I opened my laptop and plopped onto my bed.
After last night, I knew that the relationship was over. I hadn't heard from Miller all day, and he was interested in someone else; it seemed like a breakup to me.
I chewed my bottom lip and logged into my Facebook account. A sad feeling overwhelmed my body as I clicked on my profile and saw that I was still listed as 'in a relationship' with Miller.
I noticed that his profile picture was different and clicked on his account to zoom in. It was a picture of just him, and it was updated a few days ago. I did the math in my head and felt my heart sink when I realized it was taken and posted the day of his date with Briella.
I felt sick, and my mind raced; did she take the picture? Were they having a good time together that day? Did he ask her to take the picture so he could remember that day?
It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter.
I felt a few tears form in my eyes, but I exhaled deeply and calmed myself down. This was over; it was clear.
I clicked on the relationship status and changed it to 'single,' trembling as I pressed the keys.
I saved my updated relationship status and closed my laptop. I felt heartbroken because I knew this was inevitable. I guess Miller always was out of my league, just like I thought from the start. I wanted to be good enough for him, and I tried so hard.
Maybe he would change his mind. Perhaps he would miss me just as much as I miss him...I doubt it.
My phone rang, and I felt my chest instantly get tight. My whole body shook as I glanced at the screen, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Amanda's name.
"Hey," I spoke into the phone.
"Hey, girl! I haven't heard from you in forever!" Her perky tone was off-putting, considering it was 9:00 am.
"Yeah, I know I'm sorry. I've ...um, just been kinda caught up..." I stopped talking. I didn't want to use Miller as an excuse for the thousandth time with Amanda.
"Oh, is everything okay?"
"Well..."
"Can I come over?"
I rubbed my forehead. I didn't know what I should do; I never told anyone what was going on, but Miller and I were broken up, so maybe it would be different. Maybe I should tell someone. Plus, I haven't been social for so long; it was overdue regardless.
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The Love of My Life, The Monster
Non-Fiction☆BASED ON THE TRUE STORY OF MY LIFE ☆ Rachel and Miller seemed like the golden couple of high school. Miller was a well-liked basketball player and Rachel was a shy, sweet cheerleader who was beloved by her friends and family. What began as a happy...