Hey.
Vojin?
Can we talk?
Zenyha typed out three messages on her cellphone, each destined for her ex, Vojin Kelmendi. I guess you could say that she was in denial after their break up, having obsessed over him for a week and a half, but some of you readers might say she's just in love.
Sighing, Zenyha pressed the off button on her phone. Vojin wasn't going to text her back. (She knew this because for the last few nights she'd been trying to text and call him with no answer. He didn't answer her constant flood of of Facebook messages either.) Staring at my phone won't help anyways, she thought, and rolled over on her back. As for her phone, it found itself being flung across the room and landed in a pile of dirty clothes.
"I can't believe it. He can't leave me! He's not allowed to!" Zenyha crossed her arms over her chest and pondered upon the reasons why, exactly, Vojin decided to break up with her.
A. Zenyha was a 'control freak'.
B. Zenyha didn't 'spend enough time' with him.
C. Zenyha just wasn't 'the one'.
Just wasn't the one, my ass! Zenyha felt a wave of resentment crash over her. How dare he shame her in this way?! Point out minuscule flaws and over exaggerate them? She was not a control freak! Yeah, she liked things going her way, but doesn't everybody? And as for spending time with him..eh. Truth was, she'd been busy with her brothers and sisters and couldn't always go out with Vojin when he wanted to. Zenyha assured herself that that had only happened a couple of times(when it actually happened, like, a lot.) and became furious. This was not cool. She had to do something about this. She had to get him back.