One week post breakup

My alarm woke me up just as it did every morning at six. I slowly opened my eyes, still red and burning from the tears I had shed last night, he'll, the tears I've shed for the past week.

The breakup is still fresh in my mind and in my heart, what hurt more is hearing how quickly Devan has already moved on.

The quiet knock at my bedroom door was enough to finally make me reach out and turn off the phone alarm. My sister walked into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed and began running my back.

"Hey little sister," she cooed quietly, her hands felt good running in comforting circles, just like she did when we were younger, "why don't you get dressed and come for a run with me?"

I take a deep breath and turn my face to look up at her. Her dark hair was pulled up into a high pony tail and she was dressed in a pair of electric blue yoga pants, and a tank top.

My sister was a health nut, to put it nicely. I envied her for her good dieting skills and her energy, being able to run every morning was pure dedication, something I didn't even have at the moment.

"I will die if I try to run," I mutter, watching her green eyes search my face.

"Well, at least come with me, we can get some coffee on the way," she smiled down at me. Obviously not taking no for an answer.

Maybe Ariana was right, I had been doing minimal activity since I moved in with her a week ago after Devan and I split. The most activity of my day consisted of going to work at the office downtown.

"Please," she pleaded, giving me her best puppy dog eyes, "fresh air will do you good, we can go feed the ducks in Central."

I smiled at her pathetic attempts of bribery, but pushed myself to sit up. Her smile faltered seeing my pale body slip from under the sheets, only being covered by a sports bra and shorts.

"Kelly, when was the last time you've eaten," she asked, concern written in her features and voice.

"I've eaten when I'm hungry."

"What, a week ago?"

I look in my floor length mirror to see exactly why she was so concerned. I hadn't hardly been able to eat since last Sunday, my ribs were already poking through my skin, my cheekbones protruded from my face and my eyes were sunken back. I looked close to dead. I felt close to dead.

"I'll go make you something to eat before we go, and you will eat it," she says standing and leaving my room.

I look back into the mirror and bring a brush to tame my dark mane. I needed to get it trimmed, I had let my split ends go for way too long. Maybe that's what I could do after work tomorrow, go get a trim.

I threw my hair into a high pony like Ariana's was done up, it surprised me how much we actually looked like each other. A lot of people used to think we were twins, with our long dark locks, green eyes and olive skin tones. Though she was nearly five years older than I was.

Ariana hadn't been married, though she had been in a relationship with the same guy for nearly seven years, they talked about marriage and kids but it was obvious they were enjoying life and taking their time. Something I need to learn to do. Take my time.

I throw on a black tank top over my sports bra and pull up my orange yoga pants. Something about bright colors intrigued my sister and I. I followed up with a pair of matching orange socks and my pink sneakers, before heading into the kitchen.

The smell of toasted bagels and cream cheese filled my nostrils as I rounded the corner. Ariana was scrolling through her phone drinking some kind of green drink. Her eyes flickered up when I walked in and she smiled at me.

"Eat up, buttercup," she took another sip of her drink and continued scrolling through her phone. Most likely on Instagram. She was big on that, following all the fit women and fit moms to get new workout routine ideas, new recipes and of course new workout clothes.

Surprisingly enough, she didn't work as a personal trainer at a gym or anything, Ariana was one of the top lawyers in all of New York State, people had come flooding to her ever since she had won her first case.

That's how she could afford such a big apartment, so many people thought her to be a doctor the way she ate healthy and worked out all the time. But those people were fooled the moment she put on a black pinstripe suit.

I downed my bagel quickly, realizing just how hungry I was. Ariana poured me a glass of orange juice and slid it across the counter to me and I chugged that quickly.

"Don't make yourself sick, Kell," she warned. She was right, every time I ate too quickly I always got sick, fortunately that wasn't the case right now. She downed the rest of her veggie drink before strapping her cell phone to her arm and shoving her Bluetooth in her ear, "let's go."

With that, we left the apartment together and headed out into the early Sunday morning air.

"Ariana," I painted, I stopped running and placed my hands on my knees. Sweat was threatening to pour down my face, my chest was a lost cause. Thank the lord I had worn a black shirt.

She turned around and jogged back to me, "come on, keep going were almost there."

"Yeah, that's what you said a block ago."

"It's seriously half a block more, Kelly," she smiled at me, "come on, don't give up on me now."

I huffed and shook my head when she jogged away, slowing her pace for me to catch up to her.

A half a block more turned into a block and a half more. She was never good at judging distance, but I felt a tingle of price knowing I had finished our run to the coffee shop. I was out of breath and sweating profusely, but it actually felt good.

"Good morning, Ariana," a young man greeted when we walked into the shop.

"Good morning Shemar," she smiled at the slender man, he was probably in his early twenties, around my age. Twenty four at the most.

"What will you be having this morning," he asks.

"Decaf, sugar free latte please, and whatever my sister would like," she gestured to me and began digging out a ten dollar bill from the sleeve containing her phone.

"What can I get for you, beautiful," Shemar asks me, his smile never wavering.

"Um, can I get a hot chocolate, extra whipped cream?"

"Sure thing," he turns back to Ariana, "that'll be eight fifty."

"Keep the change," Ariana smiled back handing him the ten.

We went to the end of the counter waiting for our hot drinks to be ready. Ariana nudged me with her elbow to catch my attention.

"What," I ask. I follow her gaze to a tall, blonde, tattooed man working behind the counter.

"He keeps looking at you," she whispered before taking out her phone and scrolling through it again.

I look back to the blonde man and catch his eyes. He has grey eyes from what I can see, his ears are pierced with small diamond studs and he has a tattoo, not only running up his arms, but on his neck. I quickly drop my eyes, feeling embarrassed.

"Here you ladies go," a deep voice, that can only be described at sex, caught our attention.

Ariana grabs her coffee with a simple 'thank you' before turning and leaving the shop, leaving me with the sexy devil of a man.

"Um, thank you," I say quietly, grabbing the cup from him, our fingertips brush slightly and I feel as if a spark ignites between us. His slate grey eyes are captivating and they hold a story of their own.

"Have a great day," he smiles at me and my heart nearly stops.

I could have said 'thank you, you too,' but no, I booked it out of the coffee shop to meet Ariana on the front sidewalk just outside. I could feel his eyes still burning holes into my back as I walked away.

"Thanks for leaving me," I say sarcastically.

"What's written on your cup," Ariana asks, reaching for my hot chocolate. I look down to see what she is talking about to see the words written in black marker, 'you are gorgeous.'

My eyes grow wide and I quickly turn my head back towards the shop to see the blonde man smile at me before walking away to make more coffee.

"You go back in there and get his number," Ariana orders.

"No," I shake my head, "no, no, and no. I don't want another relationship."

"Who says it has to be a relationship."

"I said no," I snap a little to harshly. She just shrugs her shoulders and we begin to walk away down the sidewalk towards Central Park. she promised me we could feed the ducks, and that's exactly what we were going to do.

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