Behind The Scenes

2. Jo

How.
How could he screw it up?
I thought our story would go on for a long time, I didn't want it to end like this.
He did a horrible thing. I feel betrayed. He's been teasing me all this time.
He did it?
I'd like to think that he really fell in love with me, with the simple girl I am, but obviously proving to his friends that he had fucked me was more important...
Those audios. How did I not notice.
It is a cruel thing.
Why did he do it? Did he have another choice? Does he love me?
I don't know anything about these three things, but it doesn't make sense to heal them.
Nothing has made sense so far, we have wasted time.
I would wash my hands of it in one go, I wouldn't even think about it anymore... if I didn't love him.
I'm fucked up, I love him.
I love him so much. Hemade me laugh, cry and suffer. He brightened my days, with his green eyes and his soft, fair skin. His hands made me discover parts of my body that I underestimate... he was everything to me, but now he has lost me.
Leaving is the only way out of this story.

I find myself in a taxi, alone, bound for the Atlanta airport, with the ticket in hand and my shirt wet with tears.
The phone rings when I get out of the car and say goodbye to the driver.
It's Hero, his name appears on the screen along with our photo from the day we showered together.
I decline the call, I just don't have the strength to talk about it, so I know that he will leave a message on the answering machine, I'll listen to it later.
After checking in, I head to gate F9 and wait for boarding... it should have been our journey, but I'm here alone, always on the verge of crying and bursting into sobs.
I have to take courage and listen to the message he left. My hand trembles when I put the phone to my ear...
«Jo... it's me. Please, please, call me back. I'm ridiculous I know, but call me back!»
Hearing his voice so sad, worried and angry, the days when he had nightmares come to mind... I burst into tears.
«Miss, are you all right?» An elderly lady asks me.
«Yes... sorry».
The lady looks at me worried. «You don't have to apologize for anything, come on, tell me what happened, it's good to talk about it, if you want».
I smile at her as a gesture of appreciation. «My boyfriend... ex boyfriend...» hiccups.
«Oh poor!» the lady exclaims heading towards me, she hugs me and I cry in her maternal arms. «Go ahead, what did he do to you?»
«He... did a horrible thing».
«A lie?»
«A huge lie...» I feel ridiculous to tell my stuff to a stranger, but I needed it.
«And you love him?»
«Yes. I love him».
«My dear, I'm sorry to tell you, but you have a big problem here. Is he sorry in your opinion?»
«I don't know, not yet».
«Call him».
I give her a kind smile. «Thank you very much Ms».
She smiles at me and sits back in her place.
I'll call him.