Bridge To Nowhere
“And sometimes…things just happen.” Looking at the status makes me feel weak. I wanted to say something…anything to let the world know that I’m hurting. Everything sucks and my world is different. That is all I can manage— a poor attempt at a cryptic message. Seven likes aren’t bad though. # She’s gone. A quick awkward talk full of tears, laughs, and more tears ended with her breaking up with me. The door slams shut, and I sander to my room, one slow step at a time. Each foot fall fills me with dread, an emotion I was trying to brace for. With each step my face winces, each a little bit harder as I try to understand if this really happened, but no one is here to confirm. Just me, in my apartment— alone. In my room, I wipe my face of tears, snot, and sweat, but my glasses get in my way. I try to move them, but they get caught in my hair, pulling at the root. I still try to wipe the wetness away, but the glasses press hard against my face, po