So I was gonna write another chapter of Being Romantic today but once I started typing this came out. It's quite angsty, don't know where that came from since my stories are usually pretty happy but anywaysss I hope you guys like it.

Alone in silence

The couch. My couch. The best couch ever. The huge red comfy couch.

I hate it.

I don't like sitting on it anymore. I don't like looking at it anymore. I don't like the smell of it anymore.

I hate it.

Yet here I am, sitting on that stupid couch. Playing with an empty can of Fanta while watching TV. I tear the can open, cutting my fingers in the process, but I really don't care. Blood covers my hands and spills on the couch, the red drops immediately disappear when they hit the couch. Same color.

I stand up and go wash my hands. I know the cuts should sting but somehow I've become numb. I no longer feel pain.

The phone rings, I hesitate for a couple of seconds but pick it up eventually.

"Lopez" is all I manage to say.

"Santana, hey, you're doing alright there? I could come over if you want me to? No one should be alone in a situation like yours."

"Leave me alone Juan".

I hear him sigh.

"San, I'm your father, let me help. I want to help you."

"Too late for that"

Pause ..

"You know you were her everything do you?"

A shock goes through my body as I almost drop the phone.

"Screw you"

I throw the phone away, not caring whether I break it or not. I walk back to the couch again but instead of sitting down I kneel before it. I slowly move my fingers over the soft fabric and bend over to smell it. Once the smell hits me my eyes start to tear up. I let myself fall on my back and cry in silence. Alone.

Alone in silence.

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