Rainy Days And Mondays {Will}
Feb 20, 2010 0:20:40 GMT -5
Post by Valerie Aldridge on Feb 20, 2010 0:20:40 GMT -5
There weren't many occurences in Val's life when she had ever felt this low. Actually, even if she thought really hard on it, she couldn't remember one. Of course she'd had her moments of upsetness and sadness and such, and she'd dated guys that she'd liked and with whom things hadn't worked before, though for the most part those had mostly been cases of puppy love or silly crushes that a younger girl was bound to have. At the end of the day, she'd mopped around for one evening and the next day she'd been all cheerful again, ready to go off and have fun with her friends and maybe even find some other guy to spend some time with. But this... this was something else. This was torture, like the pain of a thousand heart breaks, and she just couldn't understand anything that had happened. It'd just happened so fast and she didn't know what the hell she'd thought upon doing such a fucking dumb thing, but she'd done it anyway. She'd broken up with the first guy she'd ever loved and now she just wished she could rewind time and stop herself from being such an idiot, but it was too late, and as it was he probably hated her or thought her pathetic, or he'd just moved on.
Brooke and Elina had done their best in cheering her up and just being there for her that first night, but as grateful as she was for such amazing friends, she didn't really want to see anyone right now. She wanted to be alone, and yes maybe it was stupid because the main point to that reasoning was that it would at least allow her to wallow in self pity for a bit longer, but she didn't care. She wanted to stay in bed forever and just sleep the rest of the year off. Though she knew she'd have to go back to school the next day - she'd indulged herself in skipping the first day back to school after spring break, and she knew she would regret it bitterly as soon as she found herself sitting in class again, but she just hadn't been able to get up in the morning. She'd tried, but then thinking about how she might see him in the hall, and how she would wonder what to do at lunch time, how she would have to do without those short talks and stolen kisses between classes... ugh it was too much. And God she hated crying, but in the past week she'd probably done it more than she had in the past few years. How lame of her.
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