There were clothes strewn about the floor, suitcases were lying about., and Shantel was curled up in a ball on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked in the meanest possible way. I usually wasn’t this mean, but I had just gotten rid of her. Plus, she ransacked my place.
“Gee,” she sniffed “I’m s-so sorry.” she sobbed. “I came back to get my stuff and I was s-so angry. I want you back. Please take me back.”
“No! You cheated on me. I was gone for only 6 months and you cheated on me.”
She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Gerard, I was lonely, I made a mistake. Can’t we just give it one more try?”
“I just don’t think I can.” I replied.
She started to grow angry. “Why not?”
I looked down at my shoes. “I don’t love you, like I loved you 8 years ago.”
The sadness returned to her eyes. “Oh,” she started picking up the clothes and putting them in the suitcases. “I’ll see you around then.” A single tear slipped down her cheek as she walked out the door.
I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted to be happy because she was out of my life. Yet, I wanted to feel sad because I had broken her heart. I wanted to feel tired because it was 2 a.m.. I let the tired take over and dragged myself to my bedroom, falling onto my bed and into a dreamless sleep.