Anita at least, kind of hoped her
boyfriend would call her back. Because then, maybe she could offer him the same
pain he’d given her, by not returning.
She didn’t stop to turn around and
see if she was right; there was no way she would be dumb enough to bother
risking her sanity by spending another moment in that man’s presence. Only
minutes had passed since she fled the coffee shop, and her mind was already
clouded with dark thoughts. Thoughts she knew would continue, unless she kept
moving and found someplace where she could be on her own. For the moment, she’d
forgotten about the man she bumped into on the sidewalk.
Anita focused her gaze on the
sidewalk ahead of her, taking deep breaths to slow the tears and erase her
thoughts. At first it seemed to work, but erasing her thoughts was to prove a
fatal mistake. Within moments of being calm, she became worse. It would be
impossible for her to be better while surrounded by so many people; there was
no point in trying.
Her determination stretched in a
different direction instead, aiming not to feel better, but to get away from
her current surroundings. The loud, busy atmosphere was getting to her head,
and she needed to get out before she went insane. At least now she had a
purpose in running so fast.
She continued racing alongside her
fellow citizens- most of who didn’t like her shoving by- it was getting more
difficult to avoid people without pushing someone else out of the way; her pace
slowed to the point where she was reduced to walking, and then she was standing
still. She was determined to go on, but her limbs began to shake with the
terror accompanied by the dark thoughts seeping into her mind.
She had to move on for fear she’d
collapse into a sobbing mess in front of a hundred strangers. The thought was
horrifying enough, but that her mind was deteriorating by the second was enough
to prompt her into shoving her way through the crowd. She pushed through the
crowd, but while she did so, she couldn’t quite avoid pondering why she was
such a disaster over a breakup.
It wasn’t even that she was
particularly hurt by having to break things off with her boyfriend; it was the
betrayal that came along with it. Even focusing on pushing through the crowd
became a chore. It was difficult to keep her mind off of all the events
surrounding her current state.
Anita and her boyfriend had been
together for two years now. She’d become comfortable with him, more so in the
last one year, and it all turned out to be for nothing. Several days prior he
asked her if she’d be interested in an open relationship, something that she
clarified she had no interest in. Not that she wanted to limit the man’s sexual
pleasure… she just wasn’t comfortable with it, and that’s what she told him.
Instead of leaving it at that and respecting her wishes or breaking it off,
he’d fooled around with another woman. She figured that, if he so let himself
be discovered, he’d been fooling around for some time already. He had stopped
caring enough to hide it from her. She had then decided it was time to break it
off.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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