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Cecilia woke up the next morning, crying as usual. She'd cried herself to sleep the night before, thinking of how pitiful a situation she had gotten herself into. She'd tried so hard to will herself back to the beginning of that past summer- before she had slept with him and before everything had gotten so complicated and hard to handle.
There was a knock on her door and she groaned loudly. She could never get a moment to be truly alone. Cecilia rubbed the tears from her eyes and sighed as the door to her bedroom opened.
"Good morning Cecilia. Breakfast is ready," George said.
Cecilia hated that kid- despised him with a passion. He was one year younger than her and it was obvious that he had a major crush on Cecilia. He always tried to be helpful, but quite frankly, he was too helpful. George always would be about at the wrong time.
Cecilia didn't move form her bed and George walked closer.
"Are you OK?'
The mere sound of his voice was enough to make her vomit. "I think I'm going to be sick!" She covered her mouth with her hand and ran toward the bathroom across the hall as quickly as she could and flung her head over the toilet. She was well past the terrible morning-sickness phase of her pregnancy, but her emotions were enough to make her puke.
George watched her at the door for a few minutes and then left. Once he was gone, Cecilia stood up and brushed her teeth. She went back to her room to lie down on her bed. After twenty minutes of silence, she found herself feeling better.
Tat was until, of course, someone else decided to bother her. There was another knock on her door. This tie, a woman entered. Blond hair to her shoulders and kind, blue eyes. Julia didn't seem to anger Cecilia as much as the rest of them did, but maybe that was because she was only visiting. She and her husband were in from that stupid Californian town that kicked her out without any remorse whatsoever.
"Are you OK sweetie? George said you were sick." Her voice was calm and pleasant.
"I'm all right I guess. Just a tad nauseous."
"OK. Well, breakfast is ready, but you don't need to eat anything if you aren't hungry." Cecilia nodded. "If you need anything, Hank's here. He could help you out."
Cecilia nodded again and Julie left. She closed her eyes and pulled the covers up to her chink. She heard voices out in the hallway and her ears perked up; they always talked about her.
"She's fine," Cecilia heard Julie say through the walls.
"Good," said Ruth. "We worry about her sometimes." From her bed, Cecilia scoffed.
"Have you spoken to Simon?"
"Yes, a few nights ago."
Cecilia threw her comforter off of herself and ran into the hallway where Ruth Camden and Julie Hastings were conversing. "You spoke to Simon?" Ruth nodded. "What did he say? Did he ask about me?"
Ruth smiled sympathetically. "Oh honey. He…his head's just not in the right place right now. I'm sure he'll come around eventually. But right now, I think you're much better off without him."
Cecilia nodded forlornly and retreated back to her bedroom. She sat on her bed against the headboard and curled up into a ball, bringing her knees as close as they would get to her chest. She started to cry but quickly stopped herself. If Simon didn't need her, then she didn't need him either. If he didn't love her like he promised he always would, if he could just take back those words and toy with her heart at whim, that was fine. Simon Camden was dead to her.
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Two hours passed as Cecilia sat in her bedroom by herself. Emotionally, she was at a very low point- the worst she had felt since the start of the new year. The phone rang in the distance but she didn't care. A few moments later, George entered holding the cordless set.
"Phone's for you. Some guy." He sure did seem angry.
Cecilia waited for him to leave before speaking. "Hello?"
"Cecilia? Hi…it's Wilson- from the grocery store yesterday."
Just what she didn't need. "Hi."
"Looks, I know it's a little last minute and everything, but I thought if you weren't busy you might want to go out and grab a bite to eat somewhere."
"Oh, that's sweet of you. And I'd love to, but I'm kind of tired and that thought of food isn't too appealing right now."
"Well, you could come over to my apartment if you wanted, I didn't suggest that at first because I thought it might sound too forward, but if you wanted…I'd like to get to know you better."
This guy wasn't taking n for an answer. Cecilia was going to say no, but then decided against it. What did she have to lose? Nothing except her affection for Simon. "OK," she said. "As long as you're not some psycho killer or something."
"Yup," Wilson said laughing. "That's me. A regular Jack the Ripper."
Cecilia got his address and they decided to meet at 6:30. Immediately she went to her closet to find something that would help her brave the cold "January in Buffalo" weather and not make her look gigantic. If she could only do that, and spend the test of the day without thinking of Simon, she might have a chance of a speedy recovery from her latest and most devastating heartbreak.
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A/N: Yeah, this is really short. Sorry. Everything looks so much longer when you handwrite it. Speaking of handwriting, I wrote this out then typed it up, so please excuse the zillions of errors this probably has.
Also, I've kind of noticed that no one likes this pairing. I cared, then I didn't care, then I cared again, and for the moment I am not caring, as I am posting this now. I don't know…maybe this story will end up coming down.
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Reviews will tell me what you think of this piece. I, myself, am unsure.
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