"Babe"
A rock smashed through his window and woke him and the girl next to him up.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know,” He said, puzzled and afraid.
The perpetrator panted outside after throwing the rock. She quickly glanced in and ran away.
She got home, sat on the floor as she looked through her messages and remembering what happened that night.
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“Babe,” He said, and tried to hug her.
She was shocked, knowing well enough that he would never call her ‘babe’, and that he called a close female friend of his ‘babe’ when they were having dinner with his friends that night.
“Who do you think I am?” She struggled out of his embrace.
“I…” He rolled over to the other side of the bed, still recovering from the alcohol consumption.
She sat up, looked outside the window and saw the clear moon. The sky was clear, but her heart started to fill up with sorrow and resentment.
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She ghosted him.
She knew that it was just a casual relationship and that he might well be sleeping with other people. Yet, she developed feelings. He knew about them, but didn’t thought it was an issue, when it clearly was.
She just couldn’t bear talking to him or seeing him again without her feelings resurfacing.
But she couldn’t help it, she really couldn’t.
She passed by his window one night, and saw him sleeping soundly, with another girl in his bed.
Her tears fell, but she quickly caught them, threw a rock through his window, and hoped that it landed on his head, forcing him to be asleep forever.
But she wasn’t strong enough to do that.
She underestimated the glass resistance and her fading strength from remembering all the times they had together.
That was it, that was all, and nothing could be done, anymore.
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©Yolanda Yip (Wintsarye)
“What was that?”
“I don’t know,” He said, puzzled and afraid.
The perpetrator panted outside after throwing the rock. She quickly glanced in and ran away.
She got home, sat on the floor as she looked through her messages and remembering what happened that night.
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“Babe,” He said, and tried to hug her.
She was shocked, knowing well enough that he would never call her ‘babe’, and that he called a close female friend of his ‘babe’ when they were having dinner with his friends that night.
“Who do you think I am?” She struggled out of his embrace.
“I…” He rolled over to the other side of the bed, still recovering from the alcohol consumption.
She sat up, looked outside the window and saw the clear moon. The sky was clear, but her heart started to fill up with sorrow and resentment.
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She ghosted him.
She knew that it was just a casual relationship and that he might well be sleeping with other people. Yet, she developed feelings. He knew about them, but didn’t thought it was an issue, when it clearly was.
She just couldn’t bear talking to him or seeing him again without her feelings resurfacing.
But she couldn’t help it, she really couldn’t.
She passed by his window one night, and saw him sleeping soundly, with another girl in his bed.
Her tears fell, but she quickly caught them, threw a rock through his window, and hoped that it landed on his head, forcing him to be asleep forever.
But she wasn’t strong enough to do that.
She underestimated the glass resistance and her fading strength from remembering all the times they had together.
That was it, that was all, and nothing could be done, anymore.
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©Yolanda Yip (Wintsarye)
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