Message Send Failure

Chapter 1: When I Look Into Your Eyes

Phil's POV

   I can catch Chris' voice through the phone, soft with a hint of dismay.

"Phil, there's something I need to- something I need to tell you." His voice cracks and I can tell something is wrong.

"Chris, Chris what is it? What do you have to tell me?" I say, panic filling my voice, causing my volume to ascend with each word.

"Phil, I- I wish I could do this in person but I wouldn't-"

"Chris what is it?"

"I think we should-"

   He doesn't need to finish, I already know what he is going to say.

"I think we should break up." Chris barely gets the last few words out.

"What? Why? What did I do, Chris what did I do?" I yell back through the phone, tears stinging my eyes.

The colourful buttons on my phone go black. It's as if all my joy, all my happiness escapes through them with one ignorant press of a button. He hung up on me. Chris. My Chris. It's as if it were representing how I felt. Like all the colour was immediately sucked out of my life. My chest ached but I payed no attention to it.

   I took all my anger and redirected it into my arm smashing my phone repeatedly against any object I could find. Tears violently danced down my cheeks falling to the ground. Leaving me to descend to the shattered glass, frozen, lying hopelessly.

*****

The cab ride to the shopping centre was long and quiet and gave me time to think over why I was heading there in the first place. I can feel tears gathering in my eyes but I force them back, how awkward would that be trying to explain why you're crying to a cab driver. When we arrive I quickly climb out of the cab and am grateful for all the noise coming from the people around me.

I don't take time to notice the bodies around me because I'm afraid if I see a couple I'll completely break down. Chris. No, I cant think about him, at least not now. My thoughts are too scattered for me to remember my way to the phone shop. I quickly glance up to see where I am and notice a man just a bit younger than I, staring at me from across the centre.

He's wearing black leather shoes with four zippers on the pair, his black skinny jeans just touch the top of his shoes, atop his jeans is a black t-shirt with a white ring in the middle. I look up to his face and his brown eyes lock with my sea blue ones. I quickly snap out of it and look away, how can I look at another guy when my heart is still with Chris?

   I look back down not wanting to betray my heart anymore and attempt at forgetting the man. I fail miserably as my mind keeps bringing up the memory of his dark brown fringe and perfectly proportioned face, but somehow I manage my way to the phone shop.

   When I step into the shop, immediately a male worker in a bright blue shirt approaches me.

"Hello sir, how can I help you today?" He says all cheerful, I wish I was that happy.

"Hi umm, I'm here for a new phone. Preferably the iPhone 6S?" I respond with as much enthusiasm I can muster, which honestly isn't very much.