Chapter 24

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Melany's pov

I miss feeling complete. 

I miss feeling happy when the sun wakes me up in the morning, instead of pulling the covers over my face in hopes of escaping this reality and diving back into my dreams.

I miss finding joy in putting outfits together to look good for me, myself and I, instead of wearing the same hoodie for the past week. 

I miss enjoying food, the sweet or savory taste that reaches my mouth when I have been looking forward to that one meal. Now I can barely down one meal a day. 

I miss kissing the boy I love, I miss holding him and I miss the way he looked at me.

I even miss the satisfaction I felt after getting back my grades, now all the A's just seem worthless. 

Academical satisfaction, the one thing that kept me together for over a decade, means nothing to me anymore. 

Why? You may ask. 

Why would I feel like this after a break up, I mean. It's just a boy, right?

How could he possibly break me that bad, right? I must be exaggerating. 

There are plenty of fish in the sea, I shouldn't be bothered.

Well, you are wrong.

I would've hated to be that girl who's life revolved completely around a boy, and it may sound like it, but I'm not her.

See the thing is he wasn't just a boy.

He was the eye opener I was searching for since my dad left. 

He was the one that made me realize I didn't have to always be so hard on myself, I could enjoy life a little. He also taught me that ice cream was a great way to make every situation enjoyable

It was okay to celebrate small wins, you didn't have to wait until you accomplished something big. Ice cream was also a good way to celebrate the small wins. 

He has taught me dozens of things, but the thing that has stuck with me the most is that it is okay to escape and let everything go for a little while, even if it's just for 2 minutes. 

Your life will still be here waiting for you, it won't run away. 

It has been a week since we broke up. 

I think about him every second of everyday.

Maddison is back in New York and Reggy has been driving back in forth between our houses to make sure we're both okay. 

I'm not okay, but I'm healthy and have a roof over my head so I have nothing to complain about. 

I'm sitting here on my bed, back against the wall and looking out of my window. 

"Blake King, what have you done" I sighed and closed my eyes.

My stomach grumbled through the room, this is ridiculous, I can't stay in this room forever.

I don't have school for the next week so I could lock myself in here, but I refuse to let the situation get that bad. 

I closed my window and hopped off the bed. 

My hands rested on my hips as I looked around my room. 

I stink and my room is a mess.

Dishes are everywhere, my floor is covered in clothes and my bed sheets haven't been changed in a week and a half. 

"Okay," I said out loud as I hunched over to grab the first clothing item off the floor "let's do this."

I put my headphones on my head and put my playlist on before I grabbed all my clothes off the floor and put them in my laundry basket. 

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