“Should I call him? No, no, no… Why am I even thinking about him? He cheated on me again! Why do I have to miss him so much?” I thought throwing myself on the bed. I tried to get rid of those thoughts but I couldn’t. “Ugh! This sucks”. I exclaimed rolling on my bed, phone in hand.
Three months ago, I have found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me for the second time. I really wanted to believe that the first one was because he was too drunk. But this time he was perfectly sober. And what’s more ironic, he dumped me the next day.
I’m not gonna lie, I was devastated.
I knew I should forget about him but you can’t forget a relationship of years just in a few months, can you?
I was drowning myself in a buckle of bad thoughts when my phone started ringing. It was Kayla.
“Hey, Alex! You’re not crying again, are you?” She asked.
“Hey! I’m not. Thanks for your concern”. Actually, I was about to cry.
“Good. I’ve just talked with Lily. Let’s go out tonight”.
“I’m not in the mood. You go and have fun”. I said.
“You’re never in the mood”, she started to complain. “Let’s go out and take some fresh air. You can’t lock yourself in your apartment and feel miserable for the rest of your life! I’ll drag you out on pajama if it’s necessary”. She said the last sentence laughing but I knew she was dead serious. I sighed defeated.
“Ok. I’ll go”.
“Nice. I’ll pick you up at 9. Be ready on time”. She hung up just like that. That’s my best friend for you.
I looked at the time on my phone’s screen. It was a quarter past 6. There was time enough for dinner, a shower, and dress-up. I stared at the white ceiling for a couple of minutes, gathering enough strength to get up.
Kayla was right. I couldn’t stay there feeling miserable forever. But I still felt that everything happened the day before.
I looked around the room. It was neat but my desk was a mess full of uncompleted sketches. I didn’t have the energy to work on them the last few weeks. There was a lot to be done before the end of the month though, I needed to pull my shit together and put it into work.
My eyes moved from the desk to the kitchen. Did I even eat that day? I heard my stomach grumbling as a response. Yeah, it was definitely time to get up.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Then I grabbed some ingredients from the fridge and made a chicken salad. I took the bowl and went back to my bed.
My mood improved a bit after having some food. Maybe it was not a bad idea to go out with my friends after all.
After a while, I went to shower and my mind felt a lot clearer. I shared a photo on Instagram while doing my make-up.
“Getting ready for this Friday night”, I wrote before turning to my closet.
“There’s been a while since the last time I went to a club”. I said to myself.
I looked at my closet and sighed realizing that I wasn’t in the mood after all. My heart was still aching. But I trusted in Kayla’s words, she was definitely capable of dragging me around in pajamas. I sighed one more time and picked a strapless black crop top, a black mini skirt, and nude sandals. I did my hair and I was ready to go.
