Her. (rough draft)

Tuesday

I wake up.

She's already up.

I've missed my first class, but I'll go to Italian.

"I've been having dreams, and when I get back from the bathroom I'm going to tell you about them because I think they're projecting my fears."

She smiles and says okay. She's going to study hall.

This is normal.

I come back and I tell her.

In detail. 

"Damn." she says. She brushes it off.

She's told me I overthink too much already. 

I'm cleaning when she leaves, she waves and says bye as usual.

This is normal. 

She's gone an hour. I don't need to get ready for a bit yet.

I go to the bathroom.

"Can we chit chat?"

"Ofc. What would you like to chit chat about?"

"Us."

My stomach drops. My breath catches. I feel it. 

The message just appears in the chat. I watched to see if she was typing. 

She sends it and then turns on do not disturb.

I read it over and over and over and over and over and over.

It doesn't make sense. 

I run to my room, grab a hoodie and then run to our friends downstairs.

I'm panicking.

"What's wrong?"

I can breathe.

"She broke up with me."