Gilbert sat on the curve of the street. Still trying to grasp the situation he was presented with moments ago. . .
" I'm sorry Gil. . ."
The words spoken by the beautiful Hungarian girl still swimming in his head
" . . but I've found. . ."
Oh she just found something . . . I wonder what it is. I hope its not her frying pan. . .wait she's still saying something
"Someone else."
Oh so it wasn't a frying pan. . Oh. . Wait she broke up with me
Now Gilbert was used to people getting overwhelmed by his awesomeness enough to break it of and he usually just brushes it of convinced by the fact that the other party was just insecure and does not deserve the grace of his awesomeness anyway
. . But Eliza she was different. .
She was the only person Gilbert knew that could stand up to him and moreover could be brave enough o damage his magnificent face with a frying pan.
She was strong and caring and not to mention smoking hot. .
Gilbert knew it was destiny the moment her fist landed on his handsome face. But obviously she had not thought the same if her breaking up with him was anything to go by
"well shit "Gilbert's head falls finally making clear of the situation.
This had to be a joke. Yeah this was definitely a joke . not a very funny one,
"Oh Eliza. . ." he laughs dryly, I'll have to teach you the ways of my awesome sense of humor
He stands up and starts to cackle taking a step towards the direction of Elizabetha's house , but as he does his legs sway and give away
"stupid legs stop trying to be unawesome!" Gilbert shouts at his legs as he fell to the side walk
It wasn't a joke. .
His mind tells him
It definitely wasn't a joke. .
She just broke up with you
" Well shit"
