Ah, yes. Hello my friends, and welcome to 72-hour bootcamp, where I try desperately to write as much as possible and not become a failure! This will probably be the hardest freaking thing I have ever done. It is currently twelve forty five, I'm tired, and hungry, and really trying hard. I can feel the warm hugs and support you are all sending, and I thank you for it.
Though, I'd be more thankful if said support came with some freaking coffee...
Disclaimer: This story is sad. Every Witch Way and its characters do not belong to me. This is a hobby that I willingly slave over and suffer for, because I'm a teen girl with no life, and am probably insane.
She shouldn't have been so upset when she put down the phone. Love ends, all the time. People separate or grow apart and it just kind of goes like that. The odds were never in their favor. He was a kanay, and she was a witch. From a social standing, even if she were human it would be considered insanity for her to have fallen in love with someone of a lower class than her family came from. It was twisted, but that was the way it worked, and had been for centuries.
Maddie glanced around her New York apartment, wishing she could be in Chicago, with Diego, cuddling and kissing and making up for the fight they just had. The last fight they would ever have.
This happened all the damn time. They were far from special. Making it was something nobody but Emma, a blind, hopeless romantic, ever thought they could do. It was over before it began, for them.
But it hurt, and it burned, and her throat was tight and her eyes were watery, threatening to spill the tears and allow that perfect, practiced resolve she had created over the years fall apart.
If she called Katie and Sophie, they were ten minutes away, ready to bring fro yo and lecture her about how much Diego sucked and every reason he wasn't good enough for her. If she called Emma, she would get what she needed: empathy from a girl who also lost the love of her life to the distance and stress college brought. Emma hadn't talked to Jax in three months, since June. It was their anniversary, soon.
She couldn't do that to Emma. It was wrong to crave help from a girl that was suffering more than she was. Much as she hated it, Emma loved Jax more than Maddie ever could have loved Diego. She wasn't capable of love as strong as Emma was.
Maddie fingered the charm bracelet he had given her, four months ago in May, when she turned eighteen. It had the words 'against all odds' engraved in fancy print on the back of the heart charm. That was her favorite thing to say, with Diego. They would make it against all odds.
This was all she had left of him, now. She would never see him, her Proxy, her love, again. Because distance and time ripped people apart. It ripped Jemma apart before they were even separated, and they were the strongest couple of all of them, for Christ's sake.
But love ends. People get hurt. She did, Emma did, everyone did. It was a part of life that burned, ands she'd do anything to skip it. But she couldn't. And she couldn't help crying when she realized she would never hear his voice, touch his skin, or feel his kiss, ever again.
If she could go back and choose not to fight, she would in a heart beat. Take back the words, take back the yelling, if she could, take back his own, too. Because he ended it.
She agreed, though. He was right there, on the end of the line, and her heart was breaking, but she agreed instead of apologizing, negotiating, or begging him not to give up on them.
Maddie never begged for anything, ever. It didn't happen. However, in that moment all she wanted was to beg. Her pride didn't let her, though, and now she was sobbing on her bed, in her wide open, empty apartment, waiting for her friends to return from whatever was so important at nine in the morning when they had class at ten.
This sucked, and crying seemed like the only thing she could or would ever do again. The thought of going to class that day made her physically ill, to the point that skipping seemed like the only viable option.
But, that would be the immature, irresponsible choice. That is what a fifteen year old girl would do. She was an adult, and she had to act like it, now. Drag herself out of bed, redo her makeup, take off the damn bracelet, and move through the day the same way Emma did. She had seen her future sister three weeks ago, and for a girl whose love life and world were shattered not long before, she sure seemed fine, and strong.
If Maddie could trade places with her, she would. Maybe the pain would increase, maybe it wouldn't. The ability to act like she was okay made it all seem worth it, though.
She laid down, hugging herself and the thin, white fabric of her cardigan, relishing in the chill of the apartment. New York was much, much colder than Miami ever dreamed of being. It felt colder than Christmas, already! Emma warned her, but dear lord, had she underestimated how serious she was. The snow would be up to her butt, and probably far less fun than when Diego made out happen back home...
Maddie curled up into a ball and whimpered, the reminder of her b- ex, making her heart ache even more. Now she truly understood pain. Their first break up never hurt like this did. Last time, there was no clear sign that they would never be together again. She had a chance that she didn't, now.
This time was different for her, but not for the world, because things like this happened every single minute of every single hour of every single day of every week of every month of the ear, every year. She wasn't the first college girl to end a relationship with her boyfriend, and she damn sure would never be the last. If she ever did have kids, her daughter would experience it, too.
But it still hurt. She was still reeling and gasping for air like it was all she could do. Every fiber in her being was begging for mercy, for a break, for one more chance to make everything right between them. Then, the last thing Maddie ever expected to happen happened.
If by the grade of God above, in answer to her prayer, her phone buzzed, and the photograph for Diego's contact appeared on the screen...
Oh, am I evil! That was so cruel. I'm sorry for writing a story that made even me cry, ending it with a happy cliffhanger, and then laughing. That was mean of me.
Anyone catch the pattern? No? Look at the first word of every paragraph if you didn't. It's a repetition sequence, or in a less fancy term, pattern. She, Maddie, This, But, If. Four times. I did that on purpose.
I love you guys, even if I am suffering so I can complete the impossible for you!
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