Scooping her tea up from the table, she began her ascent up the stairs, the events of a few moments ago drifting from her mind and with it being replaced with something rather uncomfortable. She could hear her younger sister laughing, the result of playing games online with her friends over Skype. This reminded her of when her and her now ex-boyfriend used to do the same; her mum would go on to tell her that she could always tell when they were talking to one another, laughing and joking. It was a happy memory, but it made her sad. It was only replaced by fleeting memories of them in conversation over the years. All happy memories, all made her feel like she wanted to smash her head against the wall until she forgot them.
Her ex broke up with her just a couple of days before, and she still couldn't find the courage nor the words to tell anyone but her best friend, Joe, whose girlfriend had broken up with him a week ago or so. She saw it coming for them, but never for a moment did she expect her own relationship to end. It's probably why she was feeling so detached from everything including her own body, she thought. As she came to the top of the stairs, she breathed a sigh of contempt at her brains ability to make her feel so crap, and placed the mug of tea on the vertical slat of the bed.
"Shut up." She said to herself monotonously, and dropped onto the bed.
He had told her that he still loved her, and that the only reason why he wanted the relationship to end was because he needed a physical relationship; they had been in a long distance relationship for a few years now. When he told her, she was in such a shock that she couldn't respond at all. She couldn't even cry (lord knows she wanted to, so much, but with his brilliant timing it was almost time for her to go downstairs for dinner with the family and she didn't much feel like explaining why she had bloodshot, red, puffy eyes, and a snotty nose). So she kept it all in for the duration of the conversation, and was still keeping it in apparently.
Her phone beeped... A text from Joe.
They had been texting for most of the day, over the last few days.
'I think me and you should get
together.. Just because we get
eachother 80% and the other
20% of the time we attempt
to understand each other. Our
babies would be so intelligent.'
"What the fuck?" She mumbled in sheer disbelief, "Is he being serious?"
She replied:
'Was that text meant for me, or
are you just joking?'
He replied:
'Yeah it was XD'
That didn't really answer whether he was joking or not, but she went along with it anyway. She wanted to know where the conversation would go, even though it all seemed so wrong and awkward from her end. They went on to talk about their 'future children', and things of similar context. He was obviously going through a tough time so she entertained the idea, for him. It wasn't as if she hadn't thought about being with him before, she just preferred to keep those thoughts blocked out or locked away where they wouldn't disturb her, as her past crushes on best friends always went terribly terribly wrong. So she had always kept her distance physically with him, keeping hugs and things of the like at a bare minimum.
It had worked so far. And now this shit was happening.
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