Brooklyn
Here I am, standing out in the cold, nowhere to go, and no one to miss me.
I walk to my car, start it and begin to drive down the street. I have approximately one week till I’m homeless so I go back to my apartment and try to get some sleep while I still have a place too.
It’s hopeless though, I’m wide awake. It’s four in the morning and I have to be up in an hour anyway so I decide to eat breakfast and since I have time, curl my hair and do my makeup.
After breakfast, I walk upstairs and pick out a beautiful, silk dress to wear. If Luca is going to break up with me, I’m going to show him what he’s missing.
After I finish curling my hair, I begin to apply my makeup, but my phone dings and I look down to see that it’s Luca.
I shouldn’t read his message, but I do and it reads:
“Brooklyn, I am incredibly sorry for the things that I said and the way I hurt you. I am trying to be a better person, not only for myself, but for you, I love you.”
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What am I supposed to do with that? He has the audacity to message me the morning after he broke my heart and left me to clean up the pieces. I think not. I don’t respond, instead I delete the message along with his number. I finish getting ready and make my way to work, which reminds me, I need to start looking for another internship, preferably a paid one.
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About lunch time I hear a knock on the door and I say “Come in” thinking it’s probably Jules, but instead it’s Luca.
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“Brooke, did you get my message?” He says as he enters my office
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“I did.” I quickly responded.
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“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you got it.” He says flatly “but why didn’t you respond?” He then questions.
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“I didn’t respond because I have nothing left to say to you.” I say as I stand up for my chair. “Get out.”
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I walk over and close the door. I lean up against the door and find myself wishing that things had gone differently between us, but maybe it’s for the best. Maybe my mom was right, but part of me wishes that she wasn’t.
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I make it through the rest of the day, but if I’m being honest I had to fight the urge, multiple times, to go to Luca’s office and say or do whatever needs to be said to get him back, but then I think about how much he hurt me.
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I just need to move on, meet someone new, someone better for me.
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