A/N Almost 500 reviews now! Thank you so much everyone for recommending!
18+
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Did you get home okay beautiful?
I've been staring at the message for the past half an hour.
I don't like texting. Texting is like talking. Superfluous and boring.
But talking with him is different. So texting…
Something twists and turns in my chest the longer I stare at it and I pick up the phone, swallowing heavily as my finger hovers over the send button.
I've written just one word.
Yes. I send.
He doesn't reply, but I don't mind. He's probably busy.
Four hours pass and still nothing.
I still don't mind.
After six, I don't mind either.
When it's been eight, I find myself opening the message and studying the exchange in confusion.
Was 'yes', the wrong response? Should I have said something else?
I swallow, my stomach wrenching and twisting.
You ok? I nod to myself. That's better, isn't it?
Another two hours pass and there's still no reply.
I regret giving him this stupid number. It was his idea in the first place.
Did he break up with her or not?
It's 2am and nothing.
I wake up at 4am and reach for my phone.
Nothing again.
I feel sick.
I'm sorry if I was b…
I delete the words and throw my phone across the room, luckily it lands on clothes and there's no smash of glass.
When I wake up to my alarm in the morning, there's still nothing, the empty notification screen making something ache under my ribs.
I arrive at school, tired and confused and get out my car, searching for him.
He's on the other side of the carpark, standing with her, her manicured hand on his arm.
I stare in disbelief for a second, my heart freezing in my chest, turning to ice. She laughs at something, looking like she's fine, like she's happy, and the ice cracks, each fissure driving a sharp slice to the inside of my ribs, cutting deep, cracking my bones, leaving a broken mess behind, one that aches and burns, and stings.
Green eyes suddenly meet mine and hot acid coats my aching insides, eviscerating me until there's nothing left but excruciating pain.
My hands shake as I turn around again. I go to unlock my car, but I can't even get the key in the door, and I think I'd crash if I tried to drive it.
There's a burning behind my eyes and my chest is so constricted, shards of glass lining the inside of my lungs, every breath cutting and sharp.
My vision blurs, a rushing in my ears and I turn around and run.
A/N Don't hate me…until tomorrow xx