"Bloom.", Sky broke the silence.
"Yes?" I asked, smiling at him ever so fondly.
"We need to give ourselves some time off." He replied. What? I could not believe my ears.
'Sorry?" I questioned him, slightly shaking my head in the hope to wake myself from what seemed like a dream, no, a nightmare.
Sky sighed. "I want a break-up.", he blurted blatantly. My lower jaw dropped involuntarily in reaction to his words. Did Sky just confirm that he wanted a break-up? But why? We were getting along with each other so well. Why this now?
The few minutes I took to gain my ground from the shock I have just went through seemed like eternity. Finally he said, "I know this is unexpected, Bloom, but I'm sorry. I have found someone else."
"W-w-who?" I stammered, still feeling dazed.
"You know her." He said briefly, then turning his head away in guilt.
"Is it that bitch, Diaspro?" I tested, for she had to be the one. She just had to.
"Well, don't you dare call her that, bitch." Sky spat, turning back to face me rather violently, blue eyes glaring coldly at me. Oh no, wait. Did he just call me a bitch? At that moment, I knew I hit the raw nerve. However, I still couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that he had called me a bitch and that he went for Diaspro. Of all women. For the love of God. I wanted to die. My heart felt like it was instantaneously ripped into a million shreds. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I would not let them. Not this time.
I stood up, gathered my bag and stormed out of the coffee shop.
"He what?", the girls said with utmost shock and disbelief as I told them the news back in the dorm.
"He said into my face that he wanted to split up." I said through all the tears that brought along mountain-high piles of soaked tissue accumulated on various places in the room. I felt the searing pain slice through my heart once more as I told them for the fourth time what Sky had told me a few hours ago. Every one of them could not believe what they were hearing, not even after I had repeated it thrice. Oh my God. Thrice, and you guys still refuse to believe what I said? How about me, huh? I've only heard it twice and then my world started falling apart.
"Sky is so in trouble with us this time!" Musa said as she curled her fists into balls so tight the whites of the knuckles were showing beneath her skin.
'Yes, Bloom. Don't worry, we'll take care of this. No one messes with us!" Stella joined in, hands on her hips, eyes flashing with determination and justice.
I smiled at my friends, taking comfort that at least they cared for me. Flora handed another box of tissue, "that's the fifth one, sweetie. Although its good to let all the bad feelings out, you shouldn't cry too much as its bad for your eyes."
I took it gratefully and nodded my head like the way a little girl would obediently at her mother. In fact, Flora was like a mother to us all. She was always the one who cared the most whenever someone was feeling miserable or in trouble. Like for that time when Musa had a fall-out with Riven, Flora specially made Musa her favorite cookies which she knew, always did the trick for Musa, while she listened intently without any sign of frustration as she whined and complained about him.
