I've never in my life seen him so broken.
I've said this too many times, he's the strongest person I know.
Someone could literally cut off his leg and he'll just smile and say, 'it's ok, it was a mistake'. That's how bad it was.
It's extremely rare to see him tearing up in pain, so rare that I don't even know what to do or say to him to make him feel better as it almost never happens.
I enter the house that's now become my second home and immediately make my way into his bedroom. I know there are people around but I don't even bother to go and greet them. My friend needs me and I need to be there for him.
I enter
"I can't lose her." Is all his lips seem to be able to utter as he drunkly straddles himself on the couch."You're not going to." I say to him again that afternoon as I finish up making him something to eat.I'd decided to make his favorite meal in hopes it'll make him feel a little better. I let the bacon get extra crispy and even let it burn a little. Just the way he likes it.I then put the buttered toast, eggs and bacon on a plate before making my way to him. I put his meal on the table then head to the kitchen again to refill his glass of water."There." I say handing it to him and he wastes no time downing it. I know he had weed too because he's really thirsty. He then grabs his plate to start stuffing his fac
"I'm sorry," is the first thing I say when he finally answers the phone. I called him three times and he's only answering now. He must be upset."Hey Mia, are you okay? You had me worried sick. You left in such a rush I thought something happened," I can't help but smile at his worried tone. I feel like such a bigger ass now for not saying anything to him when I left."I'm great yes. I thought you were mad at me. I'm so sorry for leaving like that. You've gotta let me make it up to you!" I say dramatically."I got your missed calls. I had meetings sorry. And yes, you owe me big time." He says in exaggeration.I got home this morning from Tristan's place then immediately showered to head to work. I needed to be at th
"Let's talk about your grandparents."I was wondering when we were going to get to that.Cruella de Vil and her husband, I'd used to call them. Not just because of their personalities. Grandma had so many surgeries in her life she literally looked like her.Grandpa wasn't bad. He just married bad, I actually felt bad for him. We always had great convos whenever grandma wasn't around but it was like he was afraid of her because he would turn into her whenever she was around."Uhhh... My favorite people!" My sarcasm is really evident because Dr Moyo chuckles."They used to travel a lot. And they had a lot of money." They had seven houses in this country alone.
"She hasn't come home."It's been two weeks now. I have a long pending conversation I need to have with him. But only after his wife has come back home. I'm not a horrible person.The girl was supposed to have been back a week ago already, now I'm running out of time because Luke is getting fed up. He's getting fed up that our dinner dates and lunches are being cut short every time because of Tristan's constant meltdowns.He'd been really upset with me when I cancelled our dinner plans last week after I'd gotten a call from Tristan. I'd texted him that evening saying,'Hey, something urgent just came up. I'm sorry but I have to cancel.'That was about ten minutes after I'd texted,
"Are you ready?"I'm not. But it's too late to turn back now. This has to happen! It's been way long overdue."Yea." I say with a sigh then he opens the car door and I mimic him.I feel my heart beating a mile a minute as we make our way towards the foyer of the familiar house I'd hated with a passion. I'd practiced for days what I was going to say but my mind seems to be void of words right now.The walk to the door feels like an eternity but we soon get there and he insists on ringing the door bell. I let him, just like I let him hold my hand to calm me down as we wait for someone to open.He's done the whole hand holding thing with me so many times that I ex
Jonny Marina was Tristan's best friend before I came and took over.He was the second most popular boy in school and the co-captain of the soccer team, alongside Tristan. They'd been inseparable, until he started hanging out with me.So it should hardly come as a surprise that he didn't like me. Tristan stopped meeting up with them like they'd used to before to instead hang out with me. And well, it didn't sit right with him. Understandably.They still remained friends though. They didn't hang out a lot anymore but I knew Tristan still really cared about him as they'd known each other since they were kids.It took him a while but eventually he'd warmed up to me. I wouldn't say we became friends, we just stopped hati
I'm not perfect. But one other thing I'm not is selfish.I can talk about how I need to focus on my own wellbeing and happiness, which I do - very much so. Especially after everything that I've been through.But I know for a fact that I will not feel good about myself knowing that at his lowest moment in his life, Tristan needed me and I turned my back on him. I will not sleep better at night knowing he's suffering and I'm not there to help him. Call me a dumb idiot but that's just what it is.Luke told me I needed to figure out what I wanted, which is true. He also said that he's not going to wait around for that to happen, which is fair.My heart is broken, because I really do love him. I genuinely do feel that I'
"I think this is it."I am unable to keep in my excitement.I don't think this is it, I know it is."This is my house." I say again as I walk around the empty space of what will be my lounge. I can already picture how I'm going to decorate it."This is your house!" He repeats to me and I look back at him with a smile.It's like all the things that I've been through have prepared me for this moment right here. I always thought I was the most unlucky person in existence but looking at my life now, it all makes sense. The struggles.After moving out of Luke's house, I moved to a hotel for a bit. I didn't want
"Have you spoken to him?""He doesn't really give me much of a choice." I say coincidentally locking my phone when I see him calling again."And he's still my fiancé." I don't have a choice but to answer his calls."Is it still the thing with his father?""No. Fuck his father. It's just that..."He doesn't want kids."It's nothing."I'm ashamed to tell her. It's embarrassing.The topic about kids is one you have before you even start dating, not after you've gotten engaged. But Jake and I'
I was never much into planning out my wedding when I was growing up. All I knew was that I wanted to get married, and that was about it. I never planned out the kind of wedding dress I'd be wearing, or what kind of wedding I'd want. I also never imagined the kind of proposal I'd want. But never in a million years would I have thought I'd want to marry someone who'd proposed to me the way that Jake did.It was... un-special.Of course I'd thought he was joking so I'd laughed. He'd laughed with me too.We'd then sat in a comfortable silence for a while before,"Seriously though. Will you marry me Mia?" His eyes held a softness in them I'd never seen before on him. It was like he was looking right into my soul. So with
From the moment he stopped the lift for me, my heart chose him without my knowledge.He's probably the most annoying, most selfish person I've ever met. But of all my days of loving - Lord knows I've loved, it's never felt this way before. Not with Tristan, not with Luke. Not with anyone.I've read stories and watched movies about how perfect that moment you meethimis supposed to be. I've always imagined how magical the moment would be for me too, because well, that's the picture that's always been painted. How you'll know when he's the one by how perfect the moment will be.My first experience withhimwas the complete opposite of that. On the first day I met him, he spilled a very hot, hot chocolate on my chest. He also got me in
"Who else is coming?""Maybe a few other people. I don't remember.""Grandma!""Mia, my memory isn't what it used to be."I absolutely hate birthday parties. I hate it even more when it's mine. I always preferred spending the day with Tristan just watching movies and doing absolutely nothing special. Mom and dad knew that and they'd respected it, Aunty Maggie did too.But my stubborn grandma just won't let up.She claims it's because she's never celebrated the day with me. My one birthday wish when I was growing up was always to not see my grandparents. Of course it was granted. It was the one day I wouldn
"You're a difficult person to talk to." It literally feels like I'm talking to a wall."Mia you talk too much." He says not even bothering to look up from his laptop.I don't know what to do."It can't be true though right?"He did say Meghan accused him of being in love with me, we laughed about that. Right? There's no way it's true."I mean I guess he's been acting weird lately, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with me now, does it?" I continue to speak alone as my dear friend continues to ignore me.I haven't been able to sleep since my session with Meg earlier today. It's now past midnigh
"R200 000 for a bag?!"Does it carry itself around?"Yup. And that's the cheapest we've got."Even the lady who works here thinks that's ridiculous, you can see it in her eyes."Mam, Birkin bags are incredibly unique." The manager explains to me. Clearly that's something she tells people on a daily.They wouldn't even let me in the shop until I told them who my grandmother was. Apparently only certain people can have the luxury of being sold this incredibly expensive piece of garbage. I am shocked that this is the world we live in.I don't care how rich I am, I'm not getting myself a bag that's anything over a R1000. But this is not for me so,
"So he called the company and they ended up taking me. I'm starting on... Hey are you listening to me?""Nugget. You've been talking about this for a million years. I know the whole story by heart now. You still won't answer his calls yada yada yada." He says annoyingly."But what did he think would happen after all that he said to me? That I'm just going to forgive him? Just like that?" I say and I hear him grunt through the phone."Tristan what's the point of our friendship if I can't tell you my frustrations?"I genuinely want to know."I'm sorry nugget. But you should at least say thank you. You did get the job because of him." He says confusing my made up
I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off.Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word.After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person."Hi how are you doing?"I don't like asking people this question because it's always pretentious, on both sides. When someone asks how you're doing they don't really care to know how you're really doing, and when people answer that question, they always feel the need to give just one answer, the expected answer.Today I ask because I'm need
I don't like being left alone in people's houses. For multiple reasons but also because sometimes people just show up. This is obviously not at all likely to happen but that's currently what's happening to me.Jake and I were working on some reports until he randomly decided he needed to go get a quickie, so he went to go visit Emily or whoever it is who's his victim now.I'm mad because that seriously could've waited. I'm stopping the things that I need to do so I can help him out and this is how he thanks me? Ok maybe I don't have things I need to do since I have all the time in the world now, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm now face to face with the man who used to make my life a living hell."Can I get you something to drink?"He's just staring at me and