her arms were rigid, crossed over her chest as if they were enough to protect her from the words that were about to leave his lips. she knew what he was going to say and she'd be damned if he saw how much it hurt her. she stared, hard, watching as his pink lips moved to form the words "we can't do this anymore". and, with that, the past six years sailed down the river and right into the sewer with the rest of the waste. a childish fantasy laid to rest. she bid him goodbye, nonchalantly, and he believed that she was completely unaffected. they would stay friends, at least, those were the parting remarks as what they had was never serious anyways. there was no point in telling him about the feelings she had been harboring for what felt like an eternity or that, no matter what, it had always come back to him. she didn't mention how awful it made her feel that he threw her away for some floozy he met at a party who he decided was now the love of his life after taking a trip to the moon. or that even moments after the news she was comparing herself to his new girl and taking notes of how she was better. skinnier, friendlier, prettier, funnier. the -iers were endless, and all she wanted was to get away from them. so she escaped to her car where she was fully prepared to let the tears fall from her eyes and unleash the sobs from her throat but nothing came. she sat and waited thinking that there was something wrong with her. she should be sad and angry and all sorts of other emotions. but there was nothing. there was nothing because she knew this moment would come even though she all but convinced herself it wouldn't. he was honest with her from the beginning, making sure she knew that he was not looking for a relationship. he just wanted a hookup. no strings attached. but with that came his drunk texts at one am telling her that he was broken and only she could fix him. and she believed him. because she had been waiting for her chance for six years and it had arrived in the form of risky snapchats and secrets. but she would take it because of course the way to a mans heart was through the screen of his phone.
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