Hi you guys! So here is the preface to my second story I was telling you about. Again, I apologize if I may have disappointed anyone about the cancellation of "I Can't Be Who You Are" but whatever. Anyway, I'll Be updating soon; The theme song for this chapter is "Almost Is Never Enough" by Ariana Grande featuring Nathan Sykes.
"Almost, almost is never enough
So close to being in love
...and we almost, we almost knew what love was
but almost is never enough."
"We're over,"
No matter what the language or the situation leading to those words were, everyone found them hard to comprehend. But when the words are spoken to you in a way that makes even the kindest person want senseless violence as vengence, somehow the meaning comes quite clear. In every normal cliche story written since the beggining of the era of melodrama, the woman in this situation would always answer back with the same, obvious line.
"Whatever it is I did wrong, we can fix it."
And of course in that story, the guy replies back with the infamous line,
"It's not you, it's me."
And who could forget this line:
"Let's just stay friends."
Then after a number of shameless pleas and false promises, the girl simply waks away, giving up on their meant-to-be, crowd-pleasing romance.
But that's not at all how this story goes.
Instead of the dramatic intake of breath at the words, 'We're over', there is no surprise upon my face when my should've-been fiancee, Mike, says them. Of course there isn't, I'd already known that this was to happen for months now; I knew of the other woman for far too long. But of course some of the things he says does manage to surprise me.
"'She's pregnant..."
"...She says she's three months along now..."
"...I'm sorry, but I have to be there for her; I can't let her go through this alone..."
"...maybe if you forgive me, we could just stay friends."
He's silent after he has finished his speech and I just stare at him, no emotion marks my skin, and I want nothing more than to hurt him deep.
So I do.
The sharp high-pitch sound is like music to my ears and I am actually happy at this moment, ecstatic even.
But then I remember we aren't at home, or at a resturant or even at a library.
We are at church, and every pair of eyes in the room looks at the red handprint on Mike's face, then they flicker toward me. I ignore the gawks and stares and whisper calmly. "Who is she?" His eyes give no hint,no emotion, and no sympathy when he says her name and breakes my heart.
"Alex, your sister."
