It’s been 5 days since I broke up with him. It sucks that everyone knows what happened to our relationship. No one knows the real reason why we broke up; they just know we broke up. People started presuming things, most likely girls, but I don’t give a damn about them.
Since I broke up with Mason, I decide cut all ties I have with him, including friends. I stopped hanging out with them, they check-up on me constantly, they text and call to see how I’m doing, but I don’t answer them. They’re originally Mason’s friends not mine.
Within those 5 days, I’ve isolated myself away from everyone. It’s the same routine everyday; wake up, go to school, go home, sleep then it’s the same thing again the next day.
I don’t talk to anyone at school; I just walk alone with earphones plugged in my ear. The only bright side of this is that I focused all my energy in studying; finals week is nearing and I’m proud I’ve been doing pretty well in school.
I’ve officially become a hermit.
It’s weird to not see him, not to spend time with him. I got so used to him being around. It’s like I’ve lost a part of me.
My family knows that we’ve broken up, but I didn’t tell them the reason. I just said it’s a mutual thing.
I haven’t seen him at school; I don’t see him attend the classes that we have together. I felt relieved and sad at the same time, I wonder where he is? He hasn’t been attending school ever since our break-up.
The hallways empty now, I decided to spend some time in the library before going home, after all. It’s a Friday.
I turned up the volume of the music I’m listening to; drowning my tears and sorrow in music. Lately, the only music I’ve been listening to are sappy break-up songs, I don’t have it in me to listen to upbeat songs.
I wasn’t looking where I was going, I had my head bowed down which is the reason why I bumped into someone, normally, I’d be mad and annoyed but I don’t have that in me right now. So I just started gathering my books, not looking to the person whom I bumped into.
The person helped me stand on my feet, if this person is saying anything, I don’t hear it. My music’s still on so I just muttered thank you and carried on my way. I started to walk but the person who helped me held me by the hand in order to stop me.
A familiar feeling rushed through me as soon as he held my hand. I know that touch, I know who the owner of that hand is, I’m afraid to face him; afraid to see his face.
Slowly and hesitantly, I turned to face him.
I sucked in a breath as soon as I saw his face. He looks just as miserable as I am. He’s got bags under his eyes, his hair unruly and not in a good way. He’s obviously not his usual self.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest; adrenaline coursing through my veins.
To see him in this state makes me want to forget everything that happened and just be with him. But I can’t, I’m not that type of person.
I was caught off guard of what he did next; he pulled me in for a hug; tightly. I stood frozen in that position, not sure what to do or say.
I miss him, I miss us.
I pulled away, even if it pains me. I can’t let him think that we’ll be okay just because of a hug. I can’t let him get the wrong impression that I’ll forgive him.
Confusion flashed across his face as I pulled away.
“I can’t.” I said.
He’s saying something but I don’t hear him. My music’s still on, the lyrics of the song I’m listening to is so accurate to what I’m feeling at this moment. I turned and ran away.
YOU ARE READING
We're like Fire and Rain (unedited)Teen Fiction
"What the hell?!" I exclaimed. I looked around the room, one expression prominent in everyone's face; shock. They're shocked that someone punched their king straight to the face, and to add insult to my already bruised ego. The one that threw the pu...