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Authors: Natalie Decker
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trying to piss me off?”
Because I am. I need you so mad at me you will walk away from me and never think twice about it. “I can’t … I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Her brows knit together; she looks more confused than angry. She grabs my arm and pulls me away from another restaurant. “Okay, let’s just head back and …”
I cut her off and jerk my arm free from her. “No. I can’t do this shit anymore.” I use my index finger to draw an imaginary line between us.
“What?” Tears form and fall. An ache settles in me. It has to be done, though. The longer I wait the worse this will get. I just … I love her so fucking much and I need to let her go. Let her follow her dream and accomplish it. I’ve got to do this.
I glare at her. “You heard me.” My voice is cold. I almost can’t believe how Jekyll and Hyde I can be. “I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”
“That’s not funny! If this is some stupid joke of yours, it’s not one bit funny!” she says, pointing at me with a shaky finger as a river of tears streams down her face.
“I’m not joking. Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’ve been trying. And honestly, I can’t be this beck-and-call bitch anymore. You need someone else.”
She takes a few more steps back and shakes her head. “I never asked you to be that. I just … I just wanted you …”
I don’t want to hurt her any more than I already have, but she’s fighting me. I need her to give up now or I’ll cave like a house of cards. “The last couple of weeks I’ve realized the guys are right. I mean fuck, Sky, I feel like we’re married. I don’t want to be married. And what the hell was up with your gasping earlier? I mean for fuck’s sake. I know earrings and rings come in the same box, but holy Christ, you looked like I stabbed you with a knife as soon as you saw they were just earrings.” I shove my hands into my pockets and laugh. “Look at me. All this doesn’t need to be tied down just yet. Not to you. Not for life. Why the hell do you think I ditched you the day we were supposed to look at apartments? Yeah, I know I promised, but here’s the thing: I like my space. You’ve got OCD so fucking bad that if one god damn thing was out of place you’d have my ass for a week over it.” It’s not true. Sky is only OCD about her closets, books, and CDs—they have to be in a certain order. But mostly she just likes things neat.
It must have been the final nail in the coffin, though, because she storms up to me and bitch slaps me. I might have whiplash from the blow. “Fuck you!” she screams. “You brought up the idea of us living together. You should have been a man and told me you’d changed your mind. I asked you more than once if you were sure you wanted to go through with it and you kept saying yes. So don’t you dare for one second turn this around on me. You want us to be nothing to each other, fine. We’re nothing!”
“Great. It’ll be like we were the first day you came into my life.”
She turns on her heels and walks away. She’s still in my view, not looking back, which is good, because what would she think of me staring after her? I’m supposed to be the selfish prick who broke her heart, not the person who cares about her.
Skylar stops at the corners and takes a seat on a bench. I can see her body shaking. She texts someone and a few minutes later I watch her get into a car with North Carolina plates, and on the back bumper a sticker that says, “Surf’s up bitches.”
I sigh as the car disappears from my view. “Bye, love.”
The streets are full of happy couples hugging each other, laughing at possibly nothing. It only makes me realize what I’ve done. My breathing comes hard, like I’ve run a marathon. I blink back some tears that are about to fall. A tip for those of you who don’t know this: guys don’t cry in public. They avoid it as much as possible.
I rub my smarting cheek and make my way back to the
Because I am. I need you so mad at me you will walk away from me and never think twice about it. “I can’t … I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Her brows knit together; she looks more confused than angry. She grabs my arm and pulls me away from another restaurant. “Okay, let’s just head back and …”
I cut her off and jerk my arm free from her. “No. I can’t do this shit anymore.” I use my index finger to draw an imaginary line between us.
“What?” Tears form and fall. An ache settles in me. It has to be done, though. The longer I wait the worse this will get. I just … I love her so fucking much and I need to let her go. Let her follow her dream and accomplish it. I’ve got to do this.
I glare at her. “You heard me.” My voice is cold. I almost can’t believe how Jekyll and Hyde I can be. “I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”
“That’s not funny! If this is some stupid joke of yours, it’s not one bit funny!” she says, pointing at me with a shaky finger as a river of tears streams down her face.
“I’m not joking. Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’ve been trying. And honestly, I can’t be this beck-and-call bitch anymore. You need someone else.”
She takes a few more steps back and shakes her head. “I never asked you to be that. I just … I just wanted you …”
I don’t want to hurt her any more than I already have, but she’s fighting me. I need her to give up now or I’ll cave like a house of cards. “The last couple of weeks I’ve realized the guys are right. I mean fuck, Sky, I feel like we’re married. I don’t want to be married. And what the hell was up with your gasping earlier? I mean for fuck’s sake. I know earrings and rings come in the same box, but holy Christ, you looked like I stabbed you with a knife as soon as you saw they were just earrings.” I shove my hands into my pockets and laugh. “Look at me. All this doesn’t need to be tied down just yet. Not to you. Not for life. Why the hell do you think I ditched you the day we were supposed to look at apartments? Yeah, I know I promised, but here’s the thing: I like my space. You’ve got OCD so fucking bad that if one god damn thing was out of place you’d have my ass for a week over it.” It’s not true. Sky is only OCD about her closets, books, and CDs—they have to be in a certain order. But mostly she just likes things neat.
It must have been the final nail in the coffin, though, because she storms up to me and bitch slaps me. I might have whiplash from the blow. “Fuck you!” she screams. “You brought up the idea of us living together. You should have been a man and told me you’d changed your mind. I asked you more than once if you were sure you wanted to go through with it and you kept saying yes. So don’t you dare for one second turn this around on me. You want us to be nothing to each other, fine. We’re nothing!”
“Great. It’ll be like we were the first day you came into my life.”
She turns on her heels and walks away. She’s still in my view, not looking back, which is good, because what would she think of me staring after her? I’m supposed to be the selfish prick who broke her heart, not the person who cares about her.
Skylar stops at the corners and takes a seat on a bench. I can see her body shaking. She texts someone and a few minutes later I watch her get into a car with North Carolina plates, and on the back bumper a sticker that says, “Surf’s up bitches.”
I sigh as the car disappears from my view. “Bye, love.”
The streets are full of happy couples hugging each other, laughing at possibly nothing. It only makes me realize what I’ve done. My breathing comes hard, like I’ve run a marathon. I blink back some tears that are about to fall. A tip for those of you who don’t know this: guys don’t cry in public. They avoid it as much as possible.
I rub my smarting cheek and make my way back to the
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