Why We Broke Up

Matt and Violet were never the sort of people expected to get together. But in the end, the funny part was... they didn't quite know where they went wrong.

Why We Broke Up is a love story told backwards... to find where they went wrong, and where exactly they went right.

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4. June 3rd, 2012

 

“You have no idea how sorry I am I didn’t make it,” I say, and he shifts uncomfortably. “You know I would’ve. And I’m so sorry I didn’t text or call. I just… with everything, I completely forgot. But you are really important to me. And that wasn’t cool.” I hate letting people down. And seeing Matt squirm chills me. How could I have abandoned him on a night like that?

“I know,” he sayss. “I get it. It was a once in a life time chance. Really, Vi, don’t worry about it. It wasn’t a big deal.” I squint at him as he speaks, trying to understand the huge smile that is spread across his face. Why is he so OK with this? I wouldn’t be.

“It was our anniversary. It was kind of a big deal,” I say, trying to prompt some kind of reaction.

“Not as big a deal as the interview. Seriously, don’t worry.” He’s still smiling, and he’s unnerving.

“You’re allowed to be upset.”

“I know I am, I just… like, anniversaries are anniversaries, and they’re nice, but they’re nothing compared to a chance of an internship at the Tate. I get why you had to drop everything.”

I find my body is tensed as I stare at him. This isn’t Matt. I mean, Matt is cool and everything, but usually he’d let me know he was a little upset, and we’d work through it. But here… there’s nothing to work through. I can’t see through the muck that is his mind, and his secrets lie at the bottom of a river.

“Okay,” I say. “Why aren’t you being honest with me?”

“What?”

“I can’t deal with the constant niceness. You’re allowed to be annoyed. I mean, preferably not dump-me annoyed, but if you ditched me on our anniversary and didn’t even call, I’d be nicked. So what’s up?”

He stands up, and brushes a hand across my cheek. I feel it tingle and I smile at him.

“Vi. I was mad at first, but I’m way over it. Please believe me.”

I stare up at him, and I do. There is such happiness in his face-  not a trace of anger. I’m not sure I understand it, but I guess I should take what I get.

Stop fighting for conflict, Vi. Sometimes things are just… good.

“You’re amazing,” I say.

And then I see a strange flicker across his face, and for once he is not all smiles. But he resumes and hugs me. “No,” he says. “That’s you.”

I can hear him breathing heavily.

It’s probably nothing.

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