I gathered my strength and deleted all his pictures, one by one. I started crying again. It was too painful to lose his photos, because I wanted to be able to see his face every day. I deleted all the photos, and I was left with photos of my family on a cruise together, when Mom was alright, and Dad was happy. We were all happy, and it was just last year. It felt like a fantasy that never happened. I put the phone back and closed my eyes, hoping to wake up in another day, with less pain in my heart and more hope in my soul.
Chapter Seven
It was the worst Monday I had ever had. I woke up still not believing that Kent actually broke up with me. How could he do that after all that love we shared with each other. How could he forget all that we did together, and the struggles we went through as a power couple. I couldn’t even imagine myself doing my daily routine without his kisses, texts, or calls. But I had to get out of bed and do everything all over again. The start of another week.
I got out of bed, and dragged my feet all the way downstairs to see if breakfast was done, and they were all eating around the dining table. I walked carefully, not to show that I wasn’t feeling well, and sat beside Amelia. I took a piece of toast and smot7hered it with jam. I nibbled it, and poured some coffee from the coffee pot into my mug. I drank slowly, and glimpsed at them while they stared at me.
Dad stared at me for a second, and sighed, “Celia.”
“Dad, I’m fine,” I reassured.
He nodded, and started eating again, minding his own business.
Mom touched her food, and stopped eating, “Celia?”
“Yes, Mom?”
“I have a job interview today,” she started not making sense, but I got used to it. It was one of the symptoms of dementia.
“Mom, you don’t have a job interview,” I stated.
“Yes, I have. Yes, I…” she trailed off, and started eating her breakfast.
I looked down at my plate with agony, “Excuse me,” I said and got up from my chair abruptly.
“Celia, where are you going?” Dad called, “Celia!”
I ran upstairs and shut the bedroom door.
I texted in my Cheetahs group, hoping to read something good that would make me forget what I had to face that day.
Me: Girls
Jane: Hey, Celia
Jane: Max told me about the breakup
Jane: I’m so sorry
Max: He’s a jerk
Me: It’s okay, girls
Me: It still hurts, though
Me: I really want him back
Me: What should I do?
Max: Are you serious right now?
Max: That MF ditched you
Max: Do not ever go back to him!
Jane: :(
Me: I can’t help it
Me: I miss him
Jane: Come on, Max
Jane: I guess she could at least talk to him
Max: No way, gurl
Max: He ditched you like yesterday’s broccoli
Jane: Eww
Me: So I’m a broccoli…
Max: I’m not saying you are
Max: But he might think you are
Jane: I hate broccoli
Max: Shut up, Jane
Me: What if I saw him somewhere?
Me: Should I just ignore him?
Max: Act like the bigger person
Max: Cause you are
Max: Just ignore him
Me: Easy to say, but hard to follow
Max: We’ll be here for you
Max: You’re not alone
Me: I wish you girls were here
Max: Me too, baby
Jane: Me three :)
Max: We might come this weekend to see you
Max: Too bad I need to get my cash together
Jane: True that
Me: Aww, you girls are the best
Max: Let me know how your day went later
Jane: Yes, do tell us :)
Me: I will
Celia sent a kiss sticker
I closed the chats and got ready for the first day of the week. I had to find a cab to drive me to the campus, which would be embarrassing after I told all my colleagues that Kent was picking me up with his great car. I didn’t have anyone to drive me to and from the campus, and it was so shameful to see the stares I’d get when taking a cab. Most of the girls there already were in awesome relationships with their boyfriends, but then I became one of the uncool single students who felt unwanted in life. Kind of reminded me of Ned, with his silly shirts, and awkward attitude.
I picked my most casual outfit for that day, a pair of jeans, a purple shirt. I made my hair in a lazy bun, I mean who cared about a girl who uses a cab? I was embracing the laughs I’d hear at the campus, and might wear dark sunglasses to cover my eyes, so maybe they wouldn’t
