Ch. 1

He told me about two to three weeks ago that he would buy me some new shoes. His money would arrive on the first. When the first rolled around, he took me to the movies. Some horror flick. Initially I was upset over his, how should I say, man-paws all over me while I was trying to watch the damn movie. Afterwards, he had told me that he would pick me up after work on Wednesday to buy new shoes. I'm not one to obsess over shoes, in fact, the shoes I always wore to work were going on three years old and starting to fall apart, so much that Issac demanded that he buy me new ones. I sighed and gave in. If it was just me, I would have had to hold on the purchase, my measly income was quickly conquered by the bills I had to pay, so any luxuries were put on the back burner.

Issac came strolling into the store around three-thirty. I turned red, because he was not supposed to visit me at work.

"Would you like to come have pizza tonight?" he asked.

"Sure, why not? But... I thought we were going shopping tonight?" I replied.

"About that... I won't be able to get you your shoes."

"Why?"

"I don't have the money."

"But...you said...forget it. Fine, let's eat," I said with an aggravated sigh.

He left, and I was left alone to ask, "why?"

I drove home after closing the store, still asking why I was deceived. Why did we go to the movies, then? Annoyed, I cleaned myself up. Fifteen minutes later, Issac picked me up, and we drove to his house in silence. He tried to grasp my hand, and I let him, although I felt nothing. I wondered how I felt so cold over a pair of shoes, and the realization hit me, I never really felt all that attached to him, even in the several months we spent together! I always felt my heart was bound to another, and that person was not Issac...

We spoke lightly over dinner, slightly excited over new revelations at E3. We were both game nuts, for sure, but the nagging and tugging at my heart was unbearable. I decided to change the subject.

"Sorry to bring this up, but if you knew you were short on cash, why did you spend all that dough at the movies?", I eyed him as I spoke.

"I just wanted to make you happy, baby," came his reply.

"You said it yourself, that replacing my ratty old shoes was the first priority...if you can't keep your own priorities..."

He stood up, his face showing obvious signs of anger. "Why are you nagging me?"

Suddenly, a rush of anger hit me, and I stood up as well...

"I'm sorry, but I've been holding this back...and...well...I can't really get attached to you."

"What?"

"I...I can't explain it. I... I have to go!" I grabbed my purse and began to leave.