"Clara, things change! I 'm sorry but I just can 't anymore!" He yelled back at me, finally looking up at me as tears swam in my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I pressed my lips together and looked all over his face for any sign of sadness, but there wasn 't any.
"You really want me to go?" I croaked out. I felt like my whole world was collapsing. The only guy I 've ever loved, my best friend, my boyfriend, …show more content…
He opened the front door for me and I just brushed past him, dragging myself to his car and getting in the passenger side.
I grabbed the seat belt and lazily dragged it over my body, clicking it into place. I stared straight ahead of me as he got into the drivers side, buckling himself up and driving away from his house.
I felt dizzy, sick, sad, angry. I don 't know where everything went wrong, I was so happy with him, what was missing? We were fine yesterday, I spent the whole day with him and he was telling me how much he loves me. How can feelings change over night?
Derek was my whole world, the one who made me feel so happy. He made me smile the biggest, laugh the hardest and I felt like we were the only two people in the world when I was with him.
I just don 't love you anymore.
I kept hearing him say that in my head. You spend three years with someone, and suddenly you just don 't love them anymore? Could anything hurt worse than …show more content…
I sniffed, walking into my bedroom and getting under my covers, not bothering to change my clothes. I curled up into a ball and buried my face into my pillow. "Do you want any food, a drink?" She asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.
"I just want to sleep, forever." I groaned and she kissed the side of my head before walking out of my room and shutting the door.
My eyes burned when I shut them, but they also burned when I opened them. I felt like screaming, I wanted to ruin everything. I wanted to punch something. But instead of doing that, I lay in my bed, the only sound to be heard was my quiet sobs into my pillow.
I was with Derek ever since I was fourteen and we both started freshman year. We had gym class together and I always found myself bumping into him, maybe on purpose, maybe not on purpose. We ended up talking and we became best friends, we were inseparable.
He ended up asking me out at a water park, just after he pushed me into the pool. Romantic, I know. We made it all the way to senior year and now I 'm seventeen. I imagined myself growing old with him, experiencing so many other things. I never would 've thought he would end it, especially without any