Chapter 1 : BREAK UP
CHAPTER ONE: BREAK UP.
“If you want to break up with me, then go ahead.”
I hit send.
I turned off my mobile data and placed my phone face-down on the bed next to me.
Now it was time to sleep.
My boyfriend and I had been having issues lately and it all centered on stupid things, it felt like he was just getting mad for no reason because he wanted out. So i decided to send the text.
But it was just for closure, who knows if he’d actually break up with me? I really hoped he didn’t.
I rolled over a couple of times, but I couldn’t sleep. After a few minutes, I picked up my phone again, turned on my mobile data, and went to the message I had sent moments ago.
Still nothing…
I sighed, turned off my mobile data again, and decided to actually go to sleep this time. I placed my phone under the pillow my head rested on and closed my eyes. A habit I had picked up since high school. Probably the same habit some other kids developed from being raised by strict parents.
I opened my eyes slowly, but the brightness made me shut them again immediately.
Urgh.
My mom must have come into my room to raise the curtains in an attempt to wake me up without making noise. Also because she felt I needed to add a little light to my life.
Sigh.
I rolled over, pulled my phone out, and turned on my mobile data. I went straight to my boyfriend’s chat and… well, now ex-boyfriend.
I laughed.
“Okay.”
Those were his words. The text he had sent.
How was I supposed to feel now?
Can’t blame me though, my emotions are usually very slow when reacting to situations.
“Do it.”
I typed back to him.
I waited two minutes before he replied. Then I saw:
“I’m done with you.”
I didn’t even wait thirty seconds to respond. The moment I saw his text, I started typing back.
“Alright.”
“Thank you.”
And then I sat up in bed, thinking for the next ten minutes.
So… that happened.
I was starting to feel a little sad, but most of all, I felt like I had lost. Like I had lost a bet.
And then you wonder… what bet?
My friends. My family. My sister especially.
It felt like I had unknowingly made a bet with all of them.
My friends had said I wouldn’t last three months in that relationship. They said by the time school resumed, I wouldn’t be with him anymore. My sister had said the same thing too. According to her, I only had three months before the relationship ended.
Funny enough… it had only been a month.
I had lost to all of them.
So yeah… I felt a sense of loss. Because now I had to face all of them and tell them it had come to an end. Technically, I had to sit there and watch them laugh in my face while saying:
“I told you so.”
Aside from that loss, I also felt bored.
Now what was I supposed to do?
I left my phone in my room and stepped out. It was just my mom and I at home, so I went to do my chores, cook, and continue living my life as an unpaid house help since school wasn’t in session.
I couldn’t care less about the breakup.
I just didn’t know how I was going to bear telling everyone.
…
Later in the day, my mom had gone to her office. It was just me in the house, texting my best friend.
Well, of course I was telling her about my breakup.
She felt bad for me. She probably thought I cared a lot more than I actually did. I don’t blame her though, that’s what I portrayed.
She told me it wasn’t the end and that he might still come around.
A part of me wished she was right…
But for the wrong reasons.
Then we started talking about how I was on a three-month break from school and had no idea how I was going to survive it. I didn’t want to stay in this house for too long, because… my house was depressing.
Why?
Well, I had just lost my dad a few months ago, and the house kind of felt empty without him. It just made everything feel heavier.
Walking past every corner where I had once seen his figure. Every place he had somehow marked as his own.
His seat in the sitting room.
His slippers by the door.
The sound of his voice that my brain still expected to hear sometimes.
And now… knowing he was never going to be there again.
That feeling made the house a tad bit unbearable.
But I had to be there for my mom, didn’t I?
So here I was.
In this house.
I had zoned out halfway through the conversation again. Something I did a lot lately. I had to come back to the present…on the call with my friend.
My best friend and I had been a little strained lately. We didn’t talk as often anymore, and I was only just noticing it now. Probably because I had always been busy talking to my boyfriend, so I never really paid attention to the distance growing between us lately.
It wasn’t just me though.
She probably didn’t notice it either since she had been too caught up playing this game she had recently become obsessed with.
God knows why she was so addicted.
“Guy!”
She called out to me.
Weird, considering I’m a girl and not a guy, but that’s just how we addressed each other. Like we were dudes or something.
“Download this game.”
Another one of her many attempts to get me to download it.
But I wasn’t a gamer, and I didn’t think I’d really flourish in the game. Besides, I had tried playing it before and had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
It wouldn’t be fun trying to be someone I wasn’t.
So I told her I didn’t want to.
“What’s your excuse this time?? You said your device didn’t have enough storage before, but now you’ve got a new one with four times the storage of the previous one. So why are you not downloading it??!”
She practically bellowed through the screen.
I laughed.
She’s so cute.
Really cute.
But even when she cornered me like that…
I still didn’t download the game.
