Krystina.

"We need to talk." My mother pulls me aside after dinner. I walk with her out of the back door and onto the small porch.

It's mid June, and the nighttime sky is littered with stars.

A soft breeze blows, serenely. Crickets chirp in the background.

The peaceful setting seems almost out of place with all the tension in the air.

"What's up with you? You've been acting strange all afternoon?" I ask her concerned.

"I don't know how to tell you this sweetie", she starts. "Stephens father stopped by earlier today and-----"

I cut her off before she can continue "Why? Is everything okay? Is it Stephen? Is he hurt?" I ask quickly.

"No. Nothing like that, but honey, I need you to listen carefully. Mr. Sims stopped by today because he thought you should know that Stephen has been seeing another girl. He says he doesn't know how long the affair has been going on, but he, um. He........" she trails off warily.

"He what?" I ask her, not sure if I even want to know the answer.

She takes a deep breath.

"He walked in on Stephen and the girl in bed this morning. Said it was only right that you know. He also said that Stephen and the girl would be leaving for London tomorrow. Apparently her father works at the company, and they're both interning abroad this summer." She tells me quietly.

You know that feeling you get when something tragic happens when you're least expecting it?

That's the best way I can describe how I feel: Disbelieving.

Numb

Hollow.

We had plans tonight.

I had planned it out so well.

I was finally going to tell him.

"I'm sorry." She says grabbing my hands and pulling me in for a hug. "But I did tell you this would happen one day." She whispers causing me to pull away.

"What?" I gasp harshly.

"I told you that people like him don't settle for girls like you. For people like us. I knew it was doomed from the start. Maybe now you'll give Devin a chance, huh?" She says.

I stare at her, hoping that she'll amend her statement.

"I just found out that my boyfriend of 3 years is cheating on me, and you're basically telling me "I told you so"? You're encouraging me to go after someone else? Mother, my heart is in pieces." I whisper harshly, my eyes watering.

"I know sweetie, I know." She says soothingly. "But mother knows best. And the best way to get over him, is to get under someone else." She says chuckling lightly. "Not literally, but you know what I mean."

I push her away and send her a furious glare before storming back inside the house.

I grab my keys off the counter and hurriedly rush out of the door and into my car.

I sit for a minute trying to calm myself. I know it's hazardous for me to drive when I'm this emotionally distressed, and the hormones aren't helping.

After 15 minutes of breathing exercises, I finally start the car and begin the 30 minute journey back to my apartment where I know my best friend is waiting.

Waiting to hear all the gushy details.

Waiting to hear about his reaction to the news.

Waiting for something that does not exist.

The reminder sends another jolt of anguish through me, and I find myself wondering.

Wondering.

How did we end up here?

How did I end up here?

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