It's been a year since she moved to France. I wonder how she is. I tried calling
her but she wouldn't answer. I know she didn't break up with me but in return,
she cut all our connections with each other.
I tried stopping her that day when she told me, but knowing her, she wouldn't
budge. She held her ground. She chose to chase her dreams rather to stay with
me.
I'm not a person who holds grudge or anything but I just can't believe she could
just throw away a 3 years worth of relationship. I was even planning on
proposing to her weeks before her departure to let her know that I really love
her, but before I knew it, she's already gone.
The pain of being lez behind stung me for the first few months. It ayected my
everyday life. I started skipping school, went to clubs every night. Screwed
myself big time, but I didn't care. I guess my emotions became numb due to the
pain I could hardly bear.
I became cold hearted, cruel to people. When I see couples that are so sweet
together, I can't help but feel bitter so I decided to ruin their relationships. It's
not that hard due to the fact that I'm good looking and I can easily swoon every
girl I want.
I got up to sit on my bed when I was greeted by one hell of a hangover. I rubbed
my temples before I went to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth.
I got out of the bathroom and went to my walk-in closet and picked up a
random shirt with prints on the front, denim pants, and sneakers.
I went downstairs and as expected, my parents are already gone. Well, what do I
expect? They're always busy with their business that they might've forgotten
that they have a son who really needs them right now. Ugh! Since when did I
become such a drama queen?
I went to the dining hall and started eating my breakfast. I was in the middle of
my eating when my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it
without checking the screen.
"Hello?" I heard faint murmurs on the background but the caller didn't speak. I
tried again but still, no words came. I was getting irritated but before I could say
anything anymore, the call ended. I checked the log to see who it was but was
annoyed when it was an unknown number. Stupid people.
I finished my breakfast and went back to my room to get my bag and got out of
the house and into my car. I pulled from the driveway and made my way
towards school.
When I got to school, I was greeted by a horde of girls. Same thing goes every
day. I sighed as I got out of my car.
"Hey, Zee. Want to hang out tonight? I'm free." A girl said. I looked at her and
gave her my cold smile which she giggled and turned to her friends. I continued
walking until I got to my locker. I exchanged my books before proceeding to my
first class.
The day went by a blur. I was now on my way home when my phone rang. I
answered it without looking at the screen.
"Hello?"
Silence. No one talked. I stopped my car on the side and looked at the screen. I
saw that it was the same unregistered number who called this morning.
"Hello?" I tried again but still no words were spoken. I was starting to get
irritated. "Hello. Whoever this is, please stop calling my number if you won't
talk to me." I hung up and threw my phone on the passenger seat.
I started the car again and began driving when my phone glowed. I took a
glance at it and saw the same person calling. I ignored it until it stopped. I
arrived at home moments later