Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or the title to this story, that goes to Toby Keith.
April 15th, 2009 at 9:15 PM. That was the exact moment when time and pretty much anything else had ceased to have meaning for me. My story was the same as so many others before me. Getting off of work early, I had wanted to surprise my girlfriend of four years with flowers, her favorite Chinese take-out, and her favorite movie. If only I could turn back time and go to the bar instead of coming home.
Thinking back on it, I should have seen the signs. Coming home at odd hours of the night and making up excuses about where she had been. The pitying looks her friends and mine would give me whenever we went out. Not to mention the smell of cologne on her whenever I got close enough to smell her after her late nights. I don't even wear any kind of cologne and her excuse that she liked using cologne because it smelled better than perfume was laughable at best. I guess I just didn't want to see what was going on right in front of my face.
As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss. Whoever came up with that knew what they were talking about. I couldn't get the image of them together out of my head, no matter how much I drank. If only there was really such a thing as mind bleach, I would have used buckets full of the stuff. It wasn't so much the cheating that broke my heart, but the way she had said his name. As long as we had been together, I had never once heard her say my name like that. I thought we were in love. Shows what a fool I am.
Of course, I had told her that I'd give her a day to pack up her stuff and leave. I had thought that was extremely fair of me. She agreed that her leaving was best. I don't know what I would have done if she had begged me. I probably would have taken her back, though truthfully I think she was the one who broke up with me. I think she wanted me to find her that way so she would have less to feel guilty about. If that's true, that's a pretty messed up way of thinking.
I don't think she ever truly loved me. I was just her replace until he came to his senses and took her back. Whenever she talked about him, I could tell that there were still some feelings there. Either she hid how deep her feelings really were and she was a good actress or I was blind. Heck, maybe it was both. Since she left, I've been playing the country music on my mp3 player on repeat. As a wise man once said, it is the music of pain. The one song that I kept listening to over and over fit nicely with the situation. I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.
It was her last words before Sarah left that will stick with me, "I'm sorry, Blink, but Jack and I are getting back together. I should have told you before. I hope you get your happily ever after."
A/N: End scene. I'm going to try and get back into writing stories for other people to read. I'm planning on rewriting my older stories and possibly even writing some stories that I've had in my head for years. There's more on that in my profile. This story came from me sitting in the dark for a while, listening to my songs and I hope that people like it. I don't know if it came out as I intended. Feedback would be appreciated.