~Asher's POV~
"I... Don't know what else to do for him..." I heard my mother's worried voice through my locked door.
"Serenity. You don't have to do anything. He's just a pathetic crybaby! She's just one girl! What's the big deal?" Damien asked mockingly.
"She was his first love..." My mother explained.
"First love or not he is still overreacting. I mean he didn't cry when he heard he would never walk again." Damien mocked.
"You're wrong." My mother said sounding either depressed or upset I couldn't tell.
"What?"
"He did cry. He bawled his eyes out back then!" My mother raised her voice sounding like she was about to cry too.
"That was–"
"It's because he gave up hope from then. He already decided he would never walk again. He wasn't disappointed because he already told himself that he couldn't. But this girl... she gave him hope." My mother explained.
"So? She's probably just using him for money. It's not like he can even relearn to walk anyway."
"She! Is! Not! And! He! Will!" My mother yelled, each word increasing in volume.
"Then why else would she crush his pathetic little heart? Face it. There's no love for freaks like him." Damien stated.
My mother uttered one word, "Out."
"Huh?"
"Get out!" She yelled.
"Honey... What are you talking about?"
"How dare you insult my son and his crush!?!?!??"
"What? Why are you getting so mad?"
"Besides, You're a pot calling the kettle black."
"What are you talking about woman!?"
"I was so blind to ever believe you in the first place! Today is the first time Ash has used the money for himself."
"So what?"
"Haha... You don't even remember your own lies... What happened to all the money you withdrew if you didn't give it to Ash?"
"Maybe you made a mistake I must have said, Andy... Ha...Ha..."
"Sure..." She said sarcastically then continued, "I know the truth."
"What truth? Are you going mad?"
"No use denying it. Andy already told me everything."
"What no he wouldn't betray me."
"I see. So he wasn't lying."
"No way..."
"I wanted to hear it from you. I didn't want to believe you were only using me. I didn't want to believe you would purposely hurt my son. I didn't want to..."
"That little brat is lying! Why would I do that to you I love you."
"You mean you love my money."
"Honey... Why are you believing the kids over me?"
"You're saying Andy would lie about his own father?"
"No, but Asher must have tainted him you know that bastard hates me."
"What did you just call my son?"
"I mean–"
"No. You have just gotten a second chance to explain yourself and you blew it. So... would you be so kind to get the hell away from us!" She was infuriated. I've never heard my mother that upset before.
"But Andy–"
"He will be staying with me. You've tainted him for long enough."
"But he's my–"
"Our. He is our son. If you want to take him from me we can settle this in court. I'm sure we both know who would win the case."
"Tch."
"Now leave!!"
'I really am pathetic. Because I couldn't have love for myself and I ruined my mother's relationship. Sure he may have been a horrible person and my mom totally deserves better but she was happily in love and I ruined it.'
'Sigh. But this feeling of dread. Imagining Katelyn running, to the other side of the world, to the arms of another guy and wanting to say, so much like, "My darling, stay. I can be the answers you want." It feels like someone ripped my heart out of my chest, threw it onto the floor and stomped on it a million times. I'm not underwater but it feels like I'm drowning. It's suffocating. So this is heartbreak.
Heartbreak is a perpetual feeling that something bad is about to happen. It is grief, fur-lined with fear that joy has forever escaped you, that there will be no happily ever after for you. It is dread, sitting heavily in your lower body, like that time you were nine and broke the vase that great-grandma bequeathed, and you are waiting for your mother to get home. You know that you are in trouble, but you can't fix it. The vase is too broken.
Heartbreak is a tightness in your chest; it makes the air feel like razor blades moving through you. It is thinking you have it together, and crying while waiting for the toast to pop, sobbing inexplicably in the aisles of the supermarket. It is waking up and having 3 seconds where you don't remember and those 3 seconds will be the only part of the day where the dread doesn't sit like bad Chinese take-out in the lower part of your gut.
Heartbreak is losing your appetite. You eat anyway because it is what other people are doing around you. You are an automaton, imitating other humans because you have forgotten how to live. It is a non-consensual relationship with food, based on obligation rather than desire, so you want it fast and easy. Soda and popcorn and pizza require almost no commitment from you.
You feel like garbage afterwards but you can't bring yourself to put something good inside you. All of your energy is taken up fighting the urge to curl yourself in a ball and letting the pain unfurl around you. You are trying to keep the grief from leaking out of you like thick tar; it will drown you if you let it escape. You keep reminding yourself to breathe and so there is nothing left for any other activity except breathing and keeping the grief contained. Inevitably, heartbreak is putting on weight.
You have heard that it gets easier with time. You know, logically, that no-one ever died from a broken heart. You remind yourself that there are people who have a greater right to grief, people who have lost far more to atrocities and war and disease. That while you mourn a future lost, they mourn the loss of a child or a husband. It should put your grief to shame. And still, you grieve.'
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
'Notifications again. Must be that time again. KC is checking up on me. I wonder... How many days has it been... How long have I been wallowing in self-pity? Let's see what a mess I look like.'
I walked over to the mirror wincing in pain. I knew it... My eyes are all red and puffy... Sigh. Might as well answer her texts.
~Katelyn's POV~
'Asher hasn't been to school since that day... Also, where has Ash been? He hasn't been online for over a week now. I texted him every day but he didn't even read my messages...'
*Ding*
'Could it be him?'
Bastard
Bastard: "I'll be home tomorrow. Make sure you've done what I told you."
'Damn it! He's the last person I wanted to–'
*Ding*
Future Husband
Yesterday
KC: "Hey."
KC: "Are you okay?"
KC: "We can talk. Just like what you did for me.
Today
KC: "Hi again."
KC: "I'm here when you're ready..."
Future Husband: "Sorry I wasn't online recently."
KC: "Omg! Are you okay!? For a second there I thought I lost you."
Future Husband: "I was going through something."
KC: "It's okay. I'll listen. (´^ω^`)"
Future Husband: "I asked out my crush but she rejected me."
KC: "Well, she's stupid. How could she reject someone like you."
KC: "It sounds like you need cheering up. How about we meet in real life?(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)"
Future Husband: "Really?"
KC: "Yeah. (๑˃̵ ᴗ ˂̵)و According to the game we live in the same country. Do you know Peaceful Park?"
Future Husband: "Yeah. I live pretty close to there."
KC: "Let's meet there and I'll cheer you up. （｡>‿‿<｡ ）"
Future Husband: "Thank you."
KC: "No problem. (｡･ω･｡)"