It's been three months since I've started texting Takaya. He turned out to be such an interesting guy who attracts me a little more everyday.
We spend hours talking about our day and chatting about all sorts of things. On days when we don't have much to say, I suggest a movie to watch or he suggests a boring documentary. Even if I don't like the documentary, or he doesn't like the movie, we still watch it and discuss it afterwards. It's been the best and the deepest relationship I've ever had.
One day, he took too long to reply to me. I've been waiting the whole day and checking my phone every five minutes. I also checked my internet connection multiple times thinking that he might have texted back but I haven't recieved it.
I started feeling empty and lonely. When you get used to someone's presence, your day becomes unbearable without it.
My head started making up so many scenarios as to what might have happened to keep him from texting me back. Most of these scenarios were unpleasant.
Did he have an accident?
Is he too sick to move a muscle?
Did a relative pass away and he doesn't feel like talking?
Could it be one of his parents?!
Maybe he just overslept for ridiculously too long?
Maybe his phone ran out of charge? Got broken? Or stolen?
Thoughts were rushing to my mind one after the other and I couldn't calm down. I couldn't think about anything else, not even the need to eat.
As I lay in bed at night, I could hardly close my eyes. I had the most restless sleep ever. My eyes fly open whenever I hear a sound of a notification, but none of them indicated the awaited message.
At morning, I hopelessly checked my phone and, to my surprise, his message was finally there! I grinned as soon as I saw it.
"How was the day without me? ;)"
I replied, not exactly sure if I'm happy he's back or mad that he kept me waiting: "Unbearable!! Where were you?!!"
"I was just preparing you for the first day of the rest of your life" he sent, with a hint of seriousness without his usual emojis.
"What do you mean?" My heart started to ache with anxiousness.
"It's over, Nanako. Don't expect any more texts from me"
"Are you messing with me? Because it's totally not funny!"
"I'm not. I'm more serious than ever"
I felt tears building up in my eyes. "Why are you doing this..? Did I do something wrong?"
"Consider it a payback for all the guys you did this to"
His words were too shocking that my tears froze. He sounded like a completely different person.
"Don't try to defend yourself. I know everything about you, while you know nothing about me"
He added: "Actually I'm being merciful enough to send you a goodbye text instead of blocking you as soon as I get bored. I haven't even fooled you into thinking I'm in love with you. You made that assumption on your own. Have I ever told you that I love you?"
Come to think of it, whenever I said "I love you" to him, he always replied with "I know ;)". I didn't think much of it back then. I thought it was part of his cocky personality, when in fact it was a lot deeper than that.
After allowing me few seconds to think, he sent: "See? I haven't. I hope you take this as a life lesson and learn from it. Because if you don't, you'll suffer the consequences of your actions, again."
That's it. That was the last message I could ever get from him. He blocked me before I could manage to put together some words to reply to any of that.
No no no! This can't be happening! This must be a nightmare! I must be having a bad dream, that's all! But, pinching myself to wake up didn't work.
I screamed so loud that I felt my throat bleeding as much as my heart is. I threw everything off my dresser and it still couldn't calm my rage down.
Few seconds later I heard repeated knocks on my door.
"Hey Nanako are you okay?! Can I come in?"
"Go away Aki! Leave me alone!!" I yelled. I could tell by the change of her tone that my stepsister freaked out and decided to stay out of this.
My anger switched to sorrow. Tears are uncontrollably streaming down my face. My heart is aching so much. I can't believe all we had was just a lie. Everything was just an act.
I was foolish enough to think that I finally found my true love, when he had never loved me. I guess true love is just a lie as well. It does not exist. Or I just don't deserve it.
In the middle of this all, I heard my phone ringing. I ignored it. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. But, it kept on calling so I thought it might be important.
I rubbed my eyes repeatedly to clear my blurry vision then checked my phone. I saw a number I don't recognize. Before picking up, I cleared my throat so that it doesn't sound too obvious that I've been crying. Then, I heard a voice of a guy. And it didn't sound friendly at all.
"So, Nanako, how does it feel to be heartbroken?"