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A Bad Breakup - A Short Story

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A Bad Breakup

“We. Are. Over.” Rose stood in front of her friends, who just moments before were chatting about their homework in the seating area of one of the common areas. She projected her voice as if talking to 100 people instead of 10. Her hands were pressed to her heart and her face was twisted in grief, yet she continued.
“He was terrible to me, absolutely terrible. At first, I thought that he would always be there for me… having my back, always listening, being so stable, but it was all a facade. Instead of listening to me, he ignored me. Instead of having my back, he dropped me to the ground. His stability? No, more like never being open to change.

We had such a strong relationship before he stopped caring. In the beginning, we spent all of our time together. It was great. But then that no good piece of wood thought that staring at the wall for hours would be more fun than spending time with me.

After some time we got into many fights, one involved him breaking his leg. I swear if he didn’t get so angry it wouldn’t have happened. If he just kept things civil, I wouldn’t have had to help collect the pieces. Then he tried to blame it all on me. Like no, I’m not the cause of your broken leg. If you are so stable, then maybe you would be stable enough to not get riled up enough to injure yourself.

I knew that he didn’t like me anymore when his attitude started to change. Yet I had to be the one to break us apart. He always made me do all the work in our relationship. I had to set up the dates, I had to make dinner, clean the house, pay for everything we had, he made me do it all. It was maddening and exhausting. While I was doing so much for us, he just sat there watching me. He sat there not lifting a finger or a leg.

We’re done now. He tried to act sad, but I know that it was all fake. Maybe he was putting on a face to try to make me feel bad so I would come back. You know what? It didn’t work. So screw you, Jonah! Maybe, just maybe, you should tighten your own screws for once!”

Rose was still facing towards the ceiling when her friend, Ally, came up to her. Ally put her arm around Rose’s shoulder and pressed her to her side. At the embrace, Rose tore her gaze from the sky and returned to staring at the rest of her friends whose expressions were twisted with confusion.

With a shake of her head and a sigh, Ally began to lead Rose to the door. “Jonah is just wooden chair. You broke it last night by knocking into it in the middle of the night. Rose, you are very drunk. I think it’s time to get you home.”

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