This is also a spin-off of my world in my head. Thanks for the comments on my previous writing! It made me feel a lot better knowing I’m not alone.

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I have to call Sylvia, my best friend, to tell her the drama from school today. We are so close, like sisters, with the same humor and personality, even though we’ve only know each other for 10 months. It feels like our souls have known each other since before the universe was created.

I pick up the phone and dial her number, but I recognize the voice in my ear before I can finish punching it in. Nick, one of the people who lives in the house along with me, Sylvia, Clay, and George. We’re acquaintances/friends.

I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but it’s always exciting to hear what others are saying when you aren’t around, even if it’s not about you. So I decide to listen for a few moments.

But soon I hear the name of my boyfriend, Clay, and this gets my attention.

“Clay is so much better, you know? Like he deserves more than Bre. She’s so much of a child.” He pauses, and the other person speaks.

“I know! She thinks she’s so great. I can’t even believe they’re together.” Bre recognizes it as George.

She always liked him least, but at least she was always nice to him. She didn’t go around talking trash about her, to his face or behind his back!

“I told him that. He’s going to break up with her pretty soon. He’ll be home soon, so you should call Bre right before, so you’ll be on the phone with her when he arrives.”

“Do you have a camera? To see their reactions? It’s going to be so entertaining.”

“Yeah, I’ll send it to you. I’m gonna laugh so hard. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The phone beeps three times, and I slowly brings it down from my ear. I’m frozen, my grip on the phone causing my knuckles to turn white.

We promised. We promised. We loved each other. We were connected. We adored each other. We admired each other. We cared for each other. We loved each other. We promised. And he broke it. Just like everybody else.

I’ve been left by everyone in my life, but I thought he was different. Not like my mother, my father, my brother and sister, every friend but Sylvia. He was different. But I guess not.

I have to see him. I need him to tell me to my face those things I heard on the phone. And I need to know why. This isn’t him. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it.

I walk down the stairs, not brisk but not lallygagging, and I sit on the couch as I await his arrival.

After a few minutes, the door clicks and swings open, revealing the most beautiful man on the earth.

His fluffy dirty blonde hair that curls on the ends, almost covering his eyes. Deep emerald green eyes that shine like the Sun. His smile that lights up the world, beautiful and bright. How do I still love him after this?

He walks towards me after setting down the few grocery bags on the floor in the hallway. He opens his arms to embrace me in a huge hug like we always do, but I step back, crossing my arms and staring at him.

His smile immediately drops, as does his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you sad? Did I do something? What do you need?” His voice is gentle and caring, but I try not to believe it now that I know the truth.

“I heard Nick called you today. And you had something to tell me.” My voice is steady and sharp, my eyes glaring and full of fire.

“No, Nick didn’t call me. Why? What was I going to tell you?” He pauses to think. “You know I love you. Do I need to tell you more?”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Seriously? Playing dumb?” I let myself get emotional now instead of being interrogative and mean. “You used me! I can’t believe you! You promised! You promised.” My voice drops towards the end to very quiet, like the little girl who’s lost hope in the world hidden deep inside me.

“Bre! I promise I would never do that! I love you! I don’t know what Nick said, but it’s not true! Please, I love you! I love you for who you are.” His voice cracks and a tear slides down his cheek.

Both our eyes are red and glossy, but I can’t let this go. I hate to see him cry, but he deserves it. Why is he lying? He thinks he can do whatever he wants.

“You don’t love me. Don’t even pretend. I thought I knew you.” I shake my head at him. “I trusted you. I gave you my heart but…” My voice shakes from the crying, and I can’t talk any more.

“Bre, please.” He begs. I can hear the hurt in his voice, how desperate he is. “Bre, I need you. I need you. I love you, so much. I would never do anything to hurt you. You know this! Why are you saying these things? What happened? We can figure this out together. Don’t leave me, please, don’t leave me.” He chokes out a sob. “I love you.”

Tears spill out, hot across my face. I bury it in my hands, but I take them off when I hear the wooden floor creak.

“No.” I say sternly and harshly, backing away from him as he walks towards me, ready to hug me. “No. You don’t get to do this and then pretend we’re still together, cause we’re not. I can’t believe I trusted you.”