-𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝-

Those six words crushed my heart. What did he mean 'will'? What did he mean 'miss'? We see eachother every day.

-𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?-

No reply. I sit on my bed biting my teeth, hoping to get an answer. We're not done. We can't be done. This is not happening.

~𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻~

"It's going to be okay. I got you," he said, trying to comfort her best he could. She sniffles and cries as she tells him her cat has just died. There hug was warm and welcoming, just like they always are. He was the perfect shoulder to cry on, and oh boy she sure was crying.

"But she.. but she was," her breath is heavy and panicked along with the occasional sob.

"It's okay. Don't talk. I know. I know." His chin sits on top of her head, and his hands move up and down her arms, making the situation slightly better. She breathes into his chest, the sweet cedar wood scent something familiar. She slows her breathing down, trying to find peace and calm.

"Hey, see. Deep breathes. Just keep on leaning into me."

He was her crutch. His voice soothed her into relaxation. She felt most comfort in his arms. At least that's how it was.

~𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂~

My breath hitched as my phone buzzed a message from him. I so wanted to look at it, but at the same time, it could be the worst news of my entire life.

-𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚-

My eyes didn't close shut and my jaw started to shake. I grabbed a pillow and started rolling back and fourth on my bed. My grip tightened and my voice quivered. Why couldn't he date me? We've been dating for over 6 months. So why now? Was he moving? Did his mom not approve? Did he.. meet someone else? No. No. No!

I was breathing fast and harsh, sobbing with no tears, light headed from the spinning in my head. Nothing made sense. I couldn't focus on anything. I didn't even notice my shaky hands. Pools of tears clustered at my eyes, along with my vision fading. I couldn't stop this now.

I woke to muffled voices and a still blurry vision. I mumbled something myself, but was interrupted by my loud angry stomach growling.

"Get her some food!" I made out in the voices.

I rolled over and clutched my empty stomach and greatfully took the string cheese that was swinging in my face.

"How are you doing?"

"Mhmm"

I saw my mom's face and heard her dramatic sigh from my response. She walks out my room and slowly closes the door, giving me some space.

Once I realize what had happened, tears start to glisten down my cheeks. I try to wipe them away, but they just keep on coming. I feel numb, so I pull off a piece of string cheese and eat it slowly. I put the thought in the back of my mind and gradually return to normal. I dare not look at my phone, and do all the breathing exercises that I know. It works, eventually, and I'm calm.

"Mom?"

Her heals click fastly and in no time she opens my door, breathless.

"Yes? Do you need water? A different snack? Anything?"

I take in her concern for me, which is very unusual. That's why I always went to him. Him.

I try not to break down again, I mean I just got back to normal! I focus on my feet and close my eyes.

"Mom?"

"Just tell me what you need already!"

I shake my head and keep my eyes shut.

"Mom, let me go at my own pace."

I hear her feet shuffle and some awkward breathes follow. My air is shaking and I sense each muscle in my body, bottom to top. Once my scalp becomes aware of the rest of my body, I open my eyes. My mom is sitting on the bed next to me, looking down at her hands with her head tilted.

"Mom." I sigh and reach for my phone and pull up the text message. I cringe as I show her the text, and her face softens and shows empathy of sadness.

"Why?"

I feel numb and don't say anything back. My expression is blank and I feel as if I just went through war and have no cares left to live.

"Oh hunny," she sighs and hugs me.

I don't even flinch. Her hands graze my wet cheeks.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

She grows eerily quiet and looks down. My muscles tense and I'm done with today.

"I'm going to bed now. Please shut my door on your way out."

Without hesitation she walks out the room and quickly shuts the door. I fall back onto my bed and scream into my pillow. I close my eyes and my air goes heavy. Sleep finally takes me away for a few hours.

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Okay first, I know that it changes from 1st person to 3rd. Secondddd, this was based off of Kallian's writing titled "Miss". Third, do we wanna p2?? 🫶🏻🫶🏻