Who does he think he is?

ABout a boy that want's to get back together with a gril who's heart he broke.

                He stood there in eh rain. Strong arm’s, over six feet tall, beautiful green eye’s and jet black hair. I used to be completely in love with this boy. But thing’s change and people change. I ran my fingers through my blonde ringlets and sighed. We were only arm’s length apart and I was cautious to keep it that way. None of us had said anything. We stood in the rain getting soaked.

                “lacey.” He said not finishing his sentence. I froze for a few minute’s remembering the last time he had said my name. We were sitting in front of school about to go meet up with friends and he turned to me. ‘Lacey, I cheated on you.’ I was shocked and his expression was just so casual. That was the day I realized he was cold hearted. ‘With who?’ I asked flatly on the verge of crying. ‘Four people.’ After he said that I just got in my car and drove way.

                So here we are now four months later standing in the cold December rain. Who do you think you are I thought to myself. After I had already picked myself back up and put myself back together he shows up.  A small part of me just wanted to take him back right then and there. I knew better though. I was stronger now; so I stood there watching him without any emotion on my face.

                “Get it the car.” I said as I opened my door to my white impala. I turned around and pulled out a white spiral notebook.

                “What are you doing?” He asked.

                I didn’t answer him. Nor did I plan to have a mutual conversation with him. I flipped through pages until I found the right one. Folding the other side of the notebook I gazed at it for a minute. I turned to David and handed it to him. “Read it.”

                We got in her car soaking wet. I watched her flip through pages in a spiral notebook. I asked her what she was doing and she didn’t answer me. But I didn’t really expect her to. She handed me the notebook and I took it out of her small hands.

                 

	“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'I need to tell you something' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. No... It’s not the imagination. It’s mentally, physically, emotionally. It’s real.t just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

                “Lacey.” She shook her head.

                “I know what you want and I’m not getting back together with you.”

                I sighed. “Okay. But can we at least be friends.” I looked up at her. She said nothing but stared to her windshield, watching the rain drip down. “Seriously Lace, I just, I know what I did was bad but I love you, ad if I can’t be your boyfriend can I at least be your friend?”

                “Don’t call me Lace.” She muttered.

                “Okay.” I replied.

                “She leaned back into her chair and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “Obviously you didn’t love me because you cheated on me. You ruined everything David. I don’t even know if we can be friend’s because I really can’t stand you.”

Taking all of this in tears welled in my eyes. Everything she said was right. I felt awful. I had ruined everything. I looked back at he who turned away from me.

                “Look Lace- Lacey, I know I’ve messed up and I’ve ruined everything. But I want you to know ‘m truly sorry.”

“Okay.” She said starting the engine. I stepped out of her car and shut the door. The second the door shut she drove past me. I watched her through the rain as she drove down the street. My heart dropped. Now I knew how she felt.

I saw his figure in my rear view mirror. Maybe now he knows how I felt. I’ve broken him; I can tell. Now his heart is scarred. He won’t be tearing love apart anymore. A smile spread across my face as I turned the curb.

Author's Note

Inspried by jar of Hearts by Christine Perri.