barely unrequited • lesy

fights

memory reset #1
Leigh-Anne woke up intertwined with another body. Her head was foggy and it hurt like hell. Next to her was a male, her husband, Jay. She unfolded his arms from around her body and got ready for the day.

Mondays were never Leigh-Anne's favorite day. For some reason she always dreaded the fact that there would be a new week. She didn't understand why, but she hated it.

As Leigh-Anne ran her hair product through her hair, she heard shuffles from behind her. Jay had woken up finally and stood at the door.

"Hey babe," She says sweetly. But he was always sour.

"We talked about this, Leigh-Anne."

"About what?" She turned around and looked at him unsure of what he meant.

"You going into town dressed like that," Jay said sternly.

Leigh-Anne looked in the mirror. She wore a long yellow dress, with the straps cut off. She thought she looked fine and also didn't remember ever having this talk with Jay.

"Jay, it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, Leigh!"

"You're overreacting."

"You think I need people telling me that my girl is a whore?"

"Excuse me?" Leigh-Anne gasped. Jay had never spoken to her like that.

"You are full of bullshit, Jay! You're really messed up for calling me that."

"You make me call you that." He stupidly remarked.

Leigh-Anne rushfully walked past her husband and into the hall. She picked up her wallet and out the door. She didn't care what he thought or what anyone in the town thought of the way she dressed. She looked fine.

Making her way into the car, Leigh-Anne turned it on, as well as the radio. A small tear escaped the corner of her eye. It still hurt her that her own husband could be so difficult.

After driving away, Leigh-Anne put her phone on silent, not wanting to hear from Jay until she got back home. She thanked her past self for making plans with Jade beforehand.

When she got to the small coffee shop, it smelled of cinnamon and cigarettes. Probably due to all of the elders that liked to come for their morning smoke. Leigh-Anne spotted a familiar face and she immediately smiled.

"Jadey! You look fit, babe."

Jade scrunched her nose, smiling at the compliment she received. She patted the booth seat next her and welcomed her best friend.

"How are you, Lei Lei?"

"I'm aight." Leigh-Anne shrugged.

"That's code word for 'Jade, I'm dying inside' isn't it?"

"No.. well, not exactly."

"It's not your marriage, is it?"

"It's just Jay. He called me a.." Leigh-Anne stopped. She sighed.

"He called you a what?" Jade raised her head back and folded her arms.

"A whore.."

Jade rolled her eyes back into another dimension. She pretended to get out a shot gun and blasted it.

"Let's key his car."

Leigh-Anne laughed knowing Jade was only half joking.

"I'm just confused. I don't even remember why I married the guy."

"I'm so sorry, though."

"That's okay, Jade. Why don't we just order some food?"

Jade agreed and motioned for the waitress to come to them. Jade didn't recognize her. She had long brown hair and freckles sprinkled on her face.

"Just tell them the usuals for Jade and Leigh. They'll know it."

"Alright, girls. Love the dress by the way." The waitress smiled at Leigh.

"Thanks.." Leigh-Anne smiled back, furrowing her eyebrows.

Where have I seen her? She thought.

"Have we met?"

"No, I don't believe so. Just moved here this week. New job."

"Oh, yeah, then we couldn't have."

"Maybe I just have one of those faces."

Jade and Leigh-Anne laughed.

"Thanks," She looked at the waitress' nametag. "Jesy."

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