|Amelia's POV|
I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the nearly empty closet. There's nothing left. It was all hers. Nothing is mine. I'm lucky she left the bed. She could've taken everything. She may be distant and cold, but she isn't mean. She would never leave me with nothing.
In fact, she's far too nice. When you break up with someone, you're supposed to just up and leave. Alyx didn't. She paid rent for the next two months so I have time to get back on my feet. How could she afford that? She doesn't make that much—unless she was hiding it from me.
I get to my feet and head toward the counter. The joys of a two room apartment. A bathroom and an open space for whatever you desire. It's such a paradise. Water damaged walls. Broken microwave. Cold water. It's everything a princess could ever dream of and more.
I sigh as I fall down on the stool. I reach out to grab the letter Alyx left behind. If I read it, I can't be sure of what I may do. I'm already feeling horrible. If I read it, it'll probably make everything so much worse for me, but I have to. I have to read it. I don't really have a choice now, do I?
I carefully pull the letter out of the envelope. A stack of cash falls out into the counter. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and take a shaky breath. I push the money aside and unfold the letter.
Mia,
It wasn't you. It never was. You were too good for me. Always have been and always will be. You don't deserve a mess like me. I'm a problem you've been trying to fix since day one, but there's no fixing me. I'm a cheater. I'm a lowlife. I'm anything but perfect. That's what you deserve, someone perfect.
You're so pretty. So smart. So gentle and kind. You listen so intently and do so much more than you should have to. Why? Just to put up with me.
Do you remember that night a few months ago? You were at home sick. You kept calling and texting me. You just wanted to know where I was, that I was safe. I can tell you now. I can tell you where I was because I already did one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
I was with another woman. I was lurking around the clubs in search of someone who didn't make me feel so low. I was so self conscious around you. I felt like I was a penny on the ground standing beside you. It wasn't your fault. You did everything right.
It was me. I hope you can find happiness again. I hope that you'll return to the same cheerful Amelia I remember from the very beginning. I hope your smile will once again dance across your flawless face. I hope you meet the queen of your dreams. I hope you'll forget me and move on quickly.
I'm sorry. My precious Fish. I'm so sorry I did this to you. I was so selfish. I wanted you because you were so far out of reach. I never imagined you'd take a blind leap of faith and land in my arms. I never imagined I'd be the one to ruin your life. I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
~Alyx
I fold the letter back up carefully and slip it into the envelope. I swallow hard as I force myself to my feet. I close my eyes tightly for a moment. I then head toward my room. I may not have much of a wardrobe left without Alyx's clothes, but I do have something I can throw together.
How do the girls in the movies get over a breakup? They go to the club to find someone else to focus on for a while. Will it make it all better? No, but it'll help numb the pain, at least for a few minutes.
I grab the first club appropriate outfit that I can find and toss it on. I head toward the mirror and toss my hair up into two messy ponytails. The last and most important step is my makeup. It has to be dark. It has to have sparkles. I have to stand out.
I grab my favorite glitter bag and head back toward the kitchen. I grab my phone and wallet then move to the door. I'm going to make mistakes tonight, but it'll be worth it. I slip into the hall and slowly make my way toward the elevator.
The walk to the club is much more lonely than usual, especially on such a cold night. If Alyx were here she would wrap her arms around me from behind. She would hold my hands in hers to keep them warm. She'd place soft pecks on my nose to try and warm it up.
I let out a disappointed sigh as I reach the corner just before the club. I glance down at my feet. Is this a stupid idea? Should I just go back home? I glance up to see a short girl with long dark hair slip into the club with her friends. She reminds me of Alyx in so many ways it's scary.
I suck it up and force myself toward the door. I hand the security guard my id and wait patiently for him to let me in. I lose sight of the girl as I noticed a couple standing in the hallway beside the bathrooms. I casually lean against the corner as if I were waiting for someone.
The girl is so much prettier than anyone I've ever seen. Her hair is an extremely pretty blonde and hangs just below her butt. Her outfit doesn't seem to match the vibe I get from her, but she pulls it off well. It makes her slender waist look even smaller than humanly possible.
My heart drops as the boy grabs her bag and tosses it on the floor. All of her things hit the ground, along with a bottle of something that spills all over. I stop myself from rushing to help her. I can see the look in her eyes as the boy disappears and leaves her to deal with it on her own. She's scared. The look in her eyes says that she shouldn't have whatever it is that spilt.
She gets to her feet and hurries passed me. She rushes out of the club and I can't help but follow after her. My feet force me down the road behind her, completely unaware as to where I'm following her to. She could lead me to a serial killer's home and I don't think I'd really care. If she's the last thing I see before I die, I'll accept my fate. I'll welcome death knowing that her image will forever be engraved in my mind.
I stop abruptly as I look up to see my apartment building. She slips inside and heads directly for the elevator. I quickly leap into action and hurry after her. I slip my foot in between the closing doors and force my way inside with her.
I look over to see what floor she clicked and I settle in across from her. I steal a glance at her and notice a thin gold charm bracelet on her wrist. The tags on her clothes and her shoes scream money. Trust me, I would know. I used to be just like her.
"Are you okay?" I ask without thinking.
"Hm? Me? Yeah, I guess so." She shrugs as she sniffles.
"Are you sure? Do you need someone to talk to? A place to stay?" I don't think anything through and begin to offer her anything she could ever want. I want to worship the ground she walks on. She is a goddess. There's no way she'll agree to any of it.
"I guess. I don't think you'll murder me and if you do, I guess I deserve it." She turns to me with gentle eyes.
"Amelia." I hold out my hand for hers.
"Lyric, but everyone calls me Soul." She takes my hand in hers and her faces brightens a bit.