Losing him was blue like I've never known, missing him was dark gray, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met.
But, loving him was red.
The sound of heels clicking on the ground formed as a beautiful blonde walked through the halls of her home. She sat down on her couch and turned on the tv, only to flip through multiple entertainment channels that were talking about none other than her ex husband, Brad Pitt. Annoyed, she threw the remote down next to her and sat in silence. She was unable to escape him after all this time and it was unbearable. The more she heard his name, the more his name echoed in her heart.
It wasn't a surprise to anyone that he had been her first love, as crazy as it sounds. Throughout all of her younger years, high school included, she had never found her first love. Yeah, she had boyfriends here and there but nothing made her knees go weak until she had been introduced to him by her manager. From that moment that they first met at dinner, she knew he'd always be the one.
But, that had all changed. She had found someone new, who could mend her broken heart. His name happened to be Justin Theroux. He was talented, good-looking and sweet to her. Thankful she found him, she looked down at the large, sparkling diamond that now rested on her ring finger.
"Hi Jen," She looked up to see Justin coming through the door and walking over to sit next to her.
"Hi sweetie." Jen smiled as he sat down and turned on the TV.
Shit. She thought to herself, here comes the name she didn't want to hear again. However to her surprise, nothing of him was mentioned as Justin flipped channels to ESPN and watched. She was interrupted out of her daydream when she felt her phone buzz. Looking at it, expecting to be one of her best friends, Courteney or Chelsea, she quickly opened the text message.
"Hey Beautiful. Congrats on the engagement! So glad you can finally be happy, I only wish the best for you and more, I hope you know that!"
Confused as hell, she looked at the number and saw it wasn't listed in her phone.
"Uh honey, do you know who 555-2345 is?" Jen looked at Justin in utter confusion.
Justin quickly pulled out his phone and typed in the number. "No, I don't have it in my phone. Why?"
"They just texted me so, I was just wondering…" She looked down again at her phone and replied with a message saying "Who is this?"
A few minutes later as Jen sat watching TV with Justin she felt another buzz. She grabbed her phone and opened the text message, feeling her heart drop to the ground.
"Brad." She read the text to herself a million times. His number had been deleted from her phone out of pure hatred and the fact she had thought she'd never use it again. Ten minutes had gone by as Jen still stared at the screen, all of these memories flowing through her mind. The reason why she deleted number, how for years the number was still memorized in her head and the memory of how she had brilliantly stayed away from him in public all of these years. Startling her out of this ponder, her phone rang loudly and she looked at the screen noticing that same number was now calling her. Her heart rate flew up thinking of how this must be a practical joke.
"Uh, aren't you going to answer hit babe?" Justin looked at Jen weirdly.
"Yeah, yeah….I'll go make dinner!" She got up quickly, almost running to the kitchen, grabbing the phone and answering it.
"Hey. How are you?" There it was. The voice she hadn't heard in years, yet she couldn't forget it no matter how hard she tried.
"Hi! Um, I'm pretty good…." She tried to not get vulnerable.
"That's good. Hope my text didn't catch you off guard. I just wanted to hear from you… it's been a long time Jen." the deep voice replied,
No shit. She thought to herself, you're the one who fucked up everything. "Yeaah…..," she didn't know what else to say to him. What the hell could she possibly say that could make up for all the lost time they had?
"You sound shocked… I'm sorry Jen. I just wanted to congratulate you. I miss seeing you and talking to you." he said.
Bullshit. That's all she could think. "Yeah, well a lot has happened," Great. She sounded like a complete bitch.
"Listen. I was wondering if you wanted to catch up? I'll be in LA tomorrow night and if you wanted to get a drink, I couldn't say no…" Brad replied.
Jen looked out of the kitchen towards the living room. She loved Justin, she really did. But, one drink couldn't hurt? Could it? It wasn't like she was going to sleep with the guy, maybe closure was all she needed. As if this was a Ross and Rachel scene. She laughed to herself.
"Sure…I can meet up with you at the usual. 7?" she questioned and hit herself in the head. What the hell was she doing? She was on the road to ruining her own happiness.
"Okay. See you then, Jen." She heard the other end of the phone disconnect and stood still in the kitchen. Looking down at that gorgeous diamond, she felt tears come to her eyes.
She was now in between the man she loves and the man she loved.