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In a Perfect World [4]
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“Okay… So basically… last night, he called me and at first we just talked and it was totally normal… but then, like almost out of nowhere, he was just like, ‘I’m gonna have to break up with you.’ And ---”
I stopped talking before I started crying for real. I could fell more tears beginning to form, threatening to spill over at any moment. I was afraid that if I kept talking, the tears would finally fall.
Imogen seemed to know exactly how I was feeling. She placed a hand reassuringly on my shoulder and asked softly, “Did he tell you why?”
I took a deep breath and said, “Yeah… I kind of asked him… and he was like, ‘It just wasn’t working’ and ‘Things just got too complicated’. And then he was like ‘I’m really sorry, I hope we can still be friends’ and ‘I really care about you, and I still really like you, but things just got really complicated’ and all that crap… Oh! And do you know what he said next? He said, ‘You’re not my type’! I hate that line! I don’t care if it’s true or not, it annoys the hell out of me!”
By now, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, not caring who heard me. My emotions were a jumble of anger, loneliness and heartbreak, and I just couldn’t’ take it anymore.
“Shhhhh,” Imogen comforted me, “I think the ‘You’re not my type’ line is an excuse that guys use when they realize they’re being jerks… okay? Plus, you know that relationships at our school never last very long. You’re so much better than him, Dita. So, calm down… you’ve been yelling really loudly… take a deep breath.”
I took a deep, quivering breath, and when I exhaled, I had a somewhat calmer look on my face. Imogen noticed this and smiled.
“If you want, I can beat him up for you,” Imogen joked, and I couldn’t help but smile. Imogen was so thin, she looked like the wind could blow her away. Some people at my school call her anorexic, but she’s perfectly normal. She just somehow doesn’t gain weight.
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” I said, widening my eyes and tilting my head to the right, indicating that someone was coming our way.
Imogen took my hint and looked over in the direction that I had pointed. Sure enough, someone was making their way down the hallway. I tilted my head up towards the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with the person who was walking towards us.
“Hey,” Masao said, as if nothing was wrong. “What’s up?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to cry. “I’m getting a drink of water,” I whispered softly before turning to walk away.
I could feel Imogen and Masao’s eyes on me as I walked down the hall to the drinking fountain. I quickly got a drink of water, feeling a little better as I walked slowly over to where Imogen stood, still avoiding Masao’s eyes. Imogen greeted me with open arms and a sympathetic smile. I smiled as Imogen pulled me into a hug.
“It’s okay, Dita,” Imogen said softly. “Don’t kill yourself over this. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”
Suddenly, two hands clamped over Imogen’s eyes, and a guy’s voice said, “Guess who…”
“Allister!” Imogen exclaimed, before turning around to face her boyfriend. She pulled him into a hug, her smile brighter than ever.
I could feel tears forming in my eyes again, and this time, there was nothing I could do to stop them. Every time I saw any couple, happy, smiling, laughing, it reminded me of what I had lost. I sat down on the cold, hard floor and buried my head in my arms, letting the tears finally flow down my face.
Why couldn’t my love life be that perfect?
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cannot wait for the next one! kmp |
