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"Hey, Elle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. What's wrong?" I didn't reply to Luke after that. Why wouldn't he just listen to me and leave!
It hurts to say this, but I never want to see his face again. I don't want to talk to him or see him because it'll just hurt more.
His voice rang in my head... "What's wrong?"
What's wrong!? You came into my life, acted like you cared and then ripped my heart out.
My mouth was sticky and dryer than the desert and no more tears would fall. My body was out of water.
A scratchy noise escapes my lips, I don't want to leave this space. I hear someone loudly sit on the floor outside my apartment and realize that Luke didn't leave. Ugh!
I slowly sit up and place my feet softly on the floor. My feet and legs feel like jelly, but I stand up anyways. I almost collapse back onto the couch, but catch my balance at the last second.
My muscles ache from not moving in a while and I keep myself from not making anymore sounds. I didn't want him to hear me.
Shakily, I shuffle to the kitchen and get some water. I sigh as it goes down my throat. It felt so good to have a moist mouth.
My head starts to throb because it's the first time I've stopped crying for a long time. I grab some Advil and walk back into the living room. I was proud at how quiet I was being until my stomach had to growl louder than a lion.
"Elle?" Luke's voice came from outside. Dammit, why did my stomach have to be so loud.
"I know your there," he continued. "And I know your listening to me right now." I continued to stay silent. "Please talk to me." His voice sounded sad and it took everything in me not to give in and talk to him and cry again.
"Luke," I whispered to myself.
"What? Elle, did you say something?"
I took in a breath and said in my most confident voice, "Just go, Luke."
I could hear him stand up. "Why? Just let me help you, Elle. What's wrong? You're killing me!"
I wanted to sit there and explain to him, I wanted to see him and have everything fixed. I wanted him to tell me that this was all a mistake, that he wasn't with another girl. But I knew that he wouldn't be able to deny that and I know that I shouldn't just forgive someone that easily. I'm smarter than that.
"Just go before I get someone to make you leave," I say this in a gentle tone, trying to keep myself from crying or screaming.
And with that, I could hear his foot steps echo down the hall. He was gone. And as bad as he hurt me, I couldn't say that I was completely happy that he left.
I stare at the door for awhile, not sure what to do with myself. No more tears came and my headache was starting to fade.
Although I was very disgusting right now, I didn't feel like showering. Instead, I sit down and listen to some music because Rosie hasn't answered any of my texts or calls.
The first few songs bring some life back into me, but then the 5sos cover of I Miss You comes on.
The angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue.
The unsuspecting victim,
Of darkness in the valley,
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want.
Where you can always find me,
We'll have Halloween on Christmas,
And in the night we'll wish this never ends.
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
I felt a stray tear slide down my cheek.
Where are you,
And I'm so sorry,
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody and always,
This sick strange darkness,
Comes creeping on so haunting every time.
As I stared I counted,
The webs from all the spiders,
Catching things and eating their insides.
Like indecision to call you,
And hear your voice of treason,
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight.
Please, Luke, come back and stop this pain tonight because it's coming back. It's taking over me again. I need you to come wipe the tears from my face because they're falling fast. Help, please save me.
The song finishes and now tears are pouring down my face. I hate that I miss Luke, I hate that. But there's no doubt that I miss him. I miss him more and more with each passing second, but I don't know if I can forgive him.
Elle told me to leave and I don't know why.
She's being quite mean, but I can't be rude back because she's obviously having a problem. I didn't want to leave her, but she wanted me to, so I did.
I'd do anything to make her happy and if she doesn't want me there, then I'll go.
I slowly walk down the hall towards the elevator. By now I'm trying not to cry. It honestly hurts that she doesn't want me with her. It stinks that I love her and she doesn't seem to love me back. Everything's just so confusing right now.
I step into the elevator and see that there's a teenage couple standing there hand in hand. I awkwardly go in the corner and put my head down.
Why is this elevator so slow?
My thoughts are racing in circles and I'm finding it harder to try and not cry. My fingers keep running through my hair and my jaw is clenched so I don't let a tear slip.
I can feel the couple's eyes on me and the girl speaks up.
"Hey, are you okay? You need to talk?" Her voice was smooth and sweet. It reminded me of Elle.
I just looked up at her, not being able to speak.
She walked over and gave me a hug. "Things will get better I promise." Then she stepped back and gave me a smile.
"Hey, um, do you know a girl that has like super long auburn hair?" Her boyfriend asked.
I hesitantly nodded. The girl slightly gasped.
"Is she okay?" Her voice has a worried edge to it.
"I-I don't know," I say shakily. "What happened?" Why does this girl know Elle and why's she so worried? My hands started to get sweaty and the beat of my heart started to get faster. What's wrong with Elle? I never should've left.
"Well, earlier today this girl- what's her name?"
"Elle," I say, wanting her to continue.
"Okay, I'm Margo, by the way. So, anyway, Elle came into the elevator sobbing earlier today. She said that she had a boy problem and she looked devastated. I tried comforting her the best I could. Then when the doors opened, she ran down the hall to her apartment."
The ding of the elevator went off and we walked into the lobby. All three of us sat down at a couch to finish talking.
"Whatever you did to her must've been bad." The way Margo said it wasn't accusing or mean, it was filled with sympathy.
My head tried to wrap around at what she was saying, but it couldn't. I didn't do anything to Elle and I never would.
"B-but I don't u-understand," I stutter. Margo raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I didn't do anything. And she wouldn't let me talk to her when I went to her door."
I looked over at Margo. All of a sudden, she stood up. "I'm going to check on her."
With that, she strides to the elevator and disappears. Her boyfriend just settles into the couch.
"Does she do this often?" I question.
"Yeah, she's got a good heart. She helps everyone she can." He smiles while he speaks. "And I'm Blake."
"Luke," I say. Then we sit there in silence, waiting for Margo to come back.
There's a knock on my door, but since I'm still crying I don't bother to answer it, I just yell, "W-who is i-it?"
"Um, hi," the person calls back. It's a girl, not Luke. Half of me is happy that it's not him, the other half of me deflated because he didn't come back.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"The girl from the elevator. My name's Margo. I wanted to check on you, see if you needed anything."
Now that Margo was here, I realized that I was really lonely. Without Rosie here to take care of me, I was just sitting here moping, crying and all alone.
With much effort, I get off the couch and move to the door. I fumble with the knob, not having much strength in me. I drag it open and give the girl a forced smile.
"Come in please," I whisper.
She gives me a worried, sympathetic look and steps inside, locking the door back up behind her.
I collapse on the couch with a few tears still racing down my cheeks. Margo took off her shoes an dropped her purse, acting like an old friend. She made me feel relaxed, like Rosie does. It was like I've known her forever.
"Have you been alone this whole time?" She asks me while sitting on the floor next to the couch.
"Oh my gosh, you need a friend! I'm staying here with you for a bit, you need someone to help you get over this."
"Thanks," I croak. Margo then brushes a piece of hair from my forehead and stands up.
"I'm going to make you some tea and then you're going to talk because you need to let everything out. Holding everything in doesn't help one bit."
I lay there with my eyes closed, wiping the last few tears away. I breath in and out, getting my breathing to be leveled again. I mustered up the strength to sit up and I threw a blanket over myself. By that time, Margo walked in again with two cups of tea.
She hands me one, then sits on the couch. After a few minutes, I decided that I was ready to tell someone what happened.
"Do you want the whole story," I say.
She nods, "I've got all the time in the world."
So I told her the whole story, from the moment I saw him at the store to where we are now. I had to stop and cry a few times or sip my tea, but Margo was patient, giving me the time I needed and being supportive.
When I finished the story, she reached over and gave me a hug. "I'm so sorry, Elle. You'll get thought this though and I'll be here to help you."
I smiled, a real smile and said, "You're the best, Margo. I can't thank you enough."
"Well, you can cry again later if you need to, but for now, we're getting your ass off the couch." She says this with a laugh and stands up. She grabs my hand and pulls me off the couch. "You're taking a shower and I'm going to pick out some clothes for you. So, get going and I'll start blasting some music."
I go into the shower, making the water cooler to wake me up a bit. I let the water run through my hair and down my body. I scrubbed my scalp and washed my body. It felt so good finally being clean.
My head started to clear a bit after the shower and tears were not falling out of my now swollen eyes.
Wrapping my towel around me, I head into my room to see some clothes laying out on my bed. I threw on the plaid pajama shorts with the white tank top that she picked out.
While putting on my clothes I could hear music coming from the living room.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together
We are never, ever, ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
But we are never ever ever ever getting back together.
I skip out of my room to find Margo already dancing. I join her and for some time, I loose my worries. I was smiling and laughing and happy.
And even though this song fit my thoughts perfectly, I did still hope that what I saw was wrong and that we would get back together.