we broke up one months ago due to us not feeling cared for and not feeling like we were getting what we needed, we fought over everything and anything, big or small. one day i show up at his house, im pregnant and he’s the father. i’m distraught and
im a young woman on the edge of a bridge on the highway above the ocean at night. it’s pouring rain, i’m wearing a tank top and short shorts just staring down at the rapid and violent waters. i’m numb, suicidal. a man approaches (james), parks his car and runs to me. i don’t notice him.
i don’t think i deserve love. no guy ever looks in my direction, they never make moves on me. they always approach my friends and act like i don’t exist. it hurts but i get used to it. i accept my fate as someone who doesn’t deserve love. i’m used to masturbating as the only way to feel pleasure. it’s a bad habit.
i accidentally bump into a random man on the street, my things fall on the floor and he helps me pick them up. i’m clearly in a bad mood and I am very rude to him. as i walk away he calls out to me and asks me to have lunch with him, his treat. she agrees and loosens up little by little as they talk.
im boarding my plane to go to my high school reunion, we all haven’t seen each other in 5 years. I am flying to colorado from new york for the reunion. i settle into my seat and a familiar face sits next to me, its my ex from high school, we dated for 4 years in high school but broke up due to us going separate ways and being so young. i look up from my book and i notice him, i freeze.
They argue over something that shouldn’t have turned into this—missed expectations, a careless comment, the kind of misunderstanding that hits deeper than either of them admits. Words are said too sharply. Silence follows.