Trembling fingers incorrectly typed his intended message. The slightest of shakes wasted more time as he was forced to delete his mistakes and redo it correctly. And more time wasted means more time for the mind to dwell on brain killing thoughts.
A short intermission before the next ding was heard, signifying the girl has received the response but also that she has responded accordingly to his message.
Another ding bursted into existence.
And another.
And another.
And another.
The boy slowly unlocked his phone. Messages flooded his screen.
Really fkin great she said.
Been going out like crazy she said.
Met so many new people and made so many friends she said.
Spontaneous adventures she said.
It really highlights the extroverted side of me :' )) she said.
They continue their conversation, but not ten minutes later does the girl decide to end their messaging.
Study hardy she said.
The boy stared at the message. A tight feeling clenches the boy's heart. Fond yet painful memories ebb away at his nervous mentality. His first time holding a girl's hand. His first kiss. His first girlfriend. His first breakup. His first heartbreak.
Precious memories he will always hold dearly for the rest of his life.
At this moment, his trembling fingers grew into quick, adept hands. Smoothly typing the keypad with quick accuracy to get his message across.
That's it? he wanted to say.
What was the point of even talking? he wanted to say.
Was it just to rub it in my face on how much of a better time you are having without me? he wanted to say.
Why did you block me on ********? And on one of your ********* accounts? he wanted to say.
Do you want me out of your life that much? he wanted to say.
Is what we did together mean nothing to you? he wanted to say.
Anger forced its way into the boy's life. Despite understanding he was to blame, he wanted to hate her. He wanted to blame her for all the shortcomings in the relationship. The emptiness he felt that day, still lingers to spite the boy. But it was not reasonable, as again, he understood he was to blame.
It doesn't matter what he feels now. It won't change anything. He needs to move on, but that is much easier written than said. To move on means to show growth. The boy will have to lie to himself until he is used to the pain.
Yeah he said.
Study hard he said.
The boy dropped his phone and laid back onto his chair. A childhood picture catches his eyes.
"Ashy boy, wonder what are you up to nowadays."
People who move on can mean many things. It could mean they are not interested in old relationships as most people may think. But the other half of the truth is it could also mean the animosity within you has been controlled but is still burning brightly as a reminder. A reminder that no matter how much you hate someone, no matter how much pain they caused you, you still want the best for them because they loved you. Just not anymore.
This snippet is about the first time I was recently contacted by my ex-girlfriend. Thank you for reading.
Characters will seem OOC because this is how I depict them after a long time. The characters are no long ten year olds moving out and about catching pokemon and traveling. After all, all the trainers in pokemon are human so they are bound to go through situations we all go through. This is just how I see them going through things.
~Zodiak