Chapter 2: Trent
I wonder what Gwen has to tell me. I thought. I received a call from my amazing girlfriend twenty-five minutes ago telling me to meet her at Greenway Park, where we shared so many good playing Frisbee and acting like little kids, swimming in the lake. The best memory of all was when Gwen entered me in a dog show. It was hilarious; the large judge had said, "You need a real dog to enter." Gwen, of course bribed the fat man ten free dinners at the Outback steak house. They had won first place!
"It seems like just yesterday I saw her beautiful face for the first time," I said dreamily, not meaning to speak aloud. There she is, as beautiful as ever. Her eyes are such a nice chocolate brown. I thought as Gwen came into sight.
"Hey there cutie," I chirped.
"Umm…h-hey." She stuttered.
She always stutters when she's nervous… I thought. "Why'd you want me here?"
"I don't know how to say this, bu—"
I cut her off, "Don't say it. You're breaking up with me, I get it. My only question is why? I love you.I write songs about you, I send you flowers every other day; I don't think I can live without you," I explained feeling tears coming.
"I don't want you hurting yourself and causing yourself emotional distress. A year ago, you broke your arm trying to beat up a person that you thought was trying to mug me," Gwen explained.
"How was I supposed to know he was Duncan?"
"You spent about a month battling him on TDI," She said awkwardly.
"Yeah but—"
"Trent, I came here to break up with you, not for your excuses."
"Gwen, why?"
"I told you, you're too obsessed. I'm worried about you."
"Okay—"
"I'm glad you understand—gotta run!" She ran off.
"I didn't even get to say goodbye." I murmured sadly.
