AN: Hello my readers, whether this story was something you came across, or you have read or are currently reading my stories at the moment, i thought i would put this little Authors note in to explain something. I am currently going through a mean burst of writer's block but i didn't want to disappoint anyone and not update anything so i decided to upload this which i wrote a long time ago but never did anything with, so if you like it let me know and i may continue it, if you hate it also let me know (kindly please) i think this could help me get over my writers block so i hope you enjoy reading it.
My fingers traced lightly over the keyboard, it had been so long since I had talked to him or even seen him, it would be weird to just out of the blue to say hello and ask how they were. Wouldn't it? I finally gave up and closed the laptop. I gave a quite audible sigh and pulled myself out of the old chair. In the months that had passed I had found myself spending a lot of my time thinking about my ex, he seemed like the perfect guy but of course my own insecurities had caused our to come to an abrupt end before it had practically started. Call me a commitaphobe but I just couldn't bring myself to go through a relationship with him, in the end the breakup had hurt us both a lot more than I thought it would but my mind had completely forbid me from continuing it.
Life had gone on and it had been three years since it had ended and neither of us had spoken a word to each other, but for some reason that night I had found myself leaving the space where I was perched in front of my computer and was tracing the room's perimeter trying to distract myself. I could honestly say I was a bit nervous, what if I didn't like what I found? Was he married now? Did he have kids? Was he successful? So many questions without answers were making their way around my head until I could take it anymore. I raced over to the computer and hit search. Facebook was an amazing way to see what people were up to and I was mentally thanking Mark Zuckerberg. His page showed up with a pop and suddenly I had all the information of his current life right at my fingertips. He was single which shocked me a bit, hadn't moved from our old apartment, and was currently unemployed.
I felt slightly sorry for him but at the same time I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders I could relax that people's lives were still the same, I mean I was only twenty three and still had my whole life ahead of my but some of my friends were already married with a baby on the way and it made me feel almost like I was behind already. I left the comfort of that chair for the final time that night to go and find something decent on the TV.
Most of my night was spent just like that, lounging about the house with my ex pushed to the back of my mind. It was almost the perfect night in, but of course the wonderful dream of having that cliché time was ruined by the obsessive ring of the door bell. By that point I was pretty bored of moving around as it was getting pretty late, but of course curiosity had to get the better of me and I trudged over to the door. I glanced over at the clock over the fireplace. 11:00pm. I kept thinking to myself, who the hell is coming to my house at this hour? Then something else caught my mind, the rain outside was diabolical, it would have been impossible to drive in that weather, so they would have walked to my house, (which wasn't the easiest to get to, it was in the middle of the countryside surrounded by blissfully quiet fields.) As I opened the door I expected a lost stranger but who I found in front of me was a lot more unwanted than unexpected.
"What the hell are you doing here?"