He broke her heart, her past, his hopes.

“Hey… I need to talk to you, shall we meet somewhere?” She heard George’s voice over the phone. By his tone she knew something was serious in his mind.

“Sure, George. Where should I come?”

“Maybe I could come to your home?”

She immediately said, “No!” She rejected his suggestion because it had been 2 months since she had paid her apartment’s rent so she was kicked out of her house by the old land lady. She was currently staying in an hotel and meeting the expenses by selling each of the furnitures and possessions. All this was because she had lost her job.

She lost her job because she wasn’t concentrating at all. She often spaced out and according to the onlookers, she was day dreaming but in real, she suffered from anxiety and silent panic attacks. It was all just in her genes, and in her mind. Her family had abandoned her after she flew to a different place to work here but their genes just wouldn’t let go of her.

“Hello? Are you on the line?” George said, growing impatient.

She stirred her up from having her head in the clouds and she responded to his previous question, “Anywhere outside?”

“Come to Elstows in 10 minutes?”

“Sure.”

She rushed to change quickly in clothes that are as modest as possible. She called for a taxi, her car being sold, and paid 20 bucks, for the place he said was comparatively nearer to the hotel. Walking in, he was spotted sitting on the first table, his arms crossed and eyes troubled. On reaching his table, he smiled and asked her to sit and she felt something wrong. He used to hug her but since she said she was uncomfortable with much proximity, she needed her space for some time, he shook hands or atleast stood up from his place or smiled.

No sooner did she sit than the waiter, that had been waiting for for her arrival to take orders, came at their table. She stayed quiet, knowing George always orders for both of them and she was fine about it. “Iced tea,” George said and sat straight.

“And the lady?” The waiter turned to her.

George said nothing. She looked at him with a questioning look but he remained calm. She muttered anxiously, “Make it two.” He always said his orders and at the end, added a ‘just make it two’. She felt more insecure about the world now. She had never felt more trampled than when she got treated differently by the person who meant the world to her.

“George, you-”

“Hey, I’m going to tell you something, please do not create a scene. Take it easy.”

“Go ahead, George.”

“I- I don’t think this would work.” He exhaled loudly after saying this and her stomach sank. To make sure she understood him right, she said to him, “What needs to be worked, George?”

“You and I. Our… relationship.”

Her worst fears had been met. She felt completely unwanted and rejected but she still wanted to make sure this was a break-up call. She bluntly said, “You want to break-up?”

“I- I… Y-yes.” His eyes flickered about the grass below uncomfortably while hers stayed fixed on his face, looking straight through his eyes. She felt guilty because it was not his fault that the first and only attempt he made to kiss her ended up giving her a panic attack. She could never have sex with him anytime soon because she was not ready. She wanted the relationship to grow slowly while he wanted it to grow completely.

The waiter had come with their orders. As soon as the waiter moved away, she got up. “Well, I’m leaving. Bye, George.”

“Hey… this-”

She cut him off, “We’re done. No relationship. It’s just a break up for which you called me here,” - she tried to sound as smooth as possible and held back the tears strongly - “I got to go do some work I left behind. Just, don’t worry. Bye!” She was entirely a hair breadth close to add a ‘Love you’ but her subconscious screamed at her that he was not worth it.

“I could drop you home.” She heard George say, snorted, “drop me home?” She walked out of the restaurant, her iced tea wasted. Now she understood why he didn’t order for her. He had known she wouldn’t stay for long.

As soon as she left, George sighed, relieved. He did love her, out of doubt, but he felt it embarrassing to not have any physical contact with the girl he loved while he totally liked PDA. In all honesty, he truly wished for her to get all the best in life.

On her way back home, she saw Reece, who also saw her. He ran to her, and despite her uneasiness, hugged her like either she was a bear or he was. “Happy birthday!”

Her eyes were wide open and the hug that seemed comfortable for once, suddenly turned scary. He pulled back and held her shoulders, “Calm down. Did you meet George?” He winked and she nodded slowly. “Oh so ho-”

As if suddenly awaken from her sleep by the worst of worsts of nightmare, her mind raced and her heartbeat accelerated thousand times the normal when she saw the truck being driven at full speed behind Reece, on the sidewalk. She pulled him and due to her weak body, fell in head first and by the time she knelt, the truck had had it’s way passing her, throwing her body to the other end of the road. She screamed loudly, deafening everyone in the vicinity.

It was all such a sudden turn of events, in the most unexpected amd most unwanting way.

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