It started with a broken promise. A promise of staying together forever, of growing old, having a family of just us.

I tried My best to forget these promises, but it got harder each time I looked at my hand, where a beautiful golden band lies.

It was hard to leave bed, much less the home we had made together.

It's been three months and yet the pain was as new as the day I had heard the news.

my world started moving slowly again on one of my bad days, though at this point every day could be considered as such.

It was days like this that the silence was deafening, and made me feel lonely in this apartment that once belonged to two.

It was days like this when the voice in my head which sounded so much like my love's, would tell me things she never would have.

It made me wish to stop hearing her voice, to stop tainting my memories of her, and yet a part of me wished for the voice to never stop, to keep listening to the voice of my love even if every word that left her mouth was poison.

It was days like this when I stayed at home and ignored my friends, my mentor because I couldn't seem to care at the moment. I would push myself to feel better sooner or later and would apologize once again.

And the cycle would repeat again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again aND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN-

and then the doorbell rang,

Odd.

I got up and walked towards the door, all the way I wondered who it could be?

It couldn't be anyone who came to check on me. Gwen had stopped after the first few times, they had realized she needed "time". Zac was in a different state thanks to his new project.

So, when I opened the door, I hadn't expected to see that face, I had expected more of a package delivery,

 not Arthur Woods

If I had been having one of my better days, I would have seen the news that morning while I was sipping my coffee, that Arthur Woods, the only son of the two most famous people in the country had come back after staying abroad for several years.

He was also unfortunately the brother of my now-deceased love.

So, I did what any completely sane person would do

I slammed the door in his face and locked all the locks.

For not the first time I was thanking my love for being so paranoid and installing so many damn locks.

I felt anger rushing through my body. It felt like I was 12 again, angry at the world, at my mother.

But now the anger was different, it was cold and bitter, it wasn't like it was years ago.

Weirdly enough in the relationship, my love was the one who was angered easily but she could never show anger towards them, she was forgiving unlike me who held grudges even though I had a more happy and upbeat personality.

I wanted to punch his face.

I remembered how my love had once said that they looked nothing alike, and while that was true, he had light blonde hair and light blue eyes, compared to his sister who had pitch black hair and Heterochromia, still I couldn't stop remembering her when I looked at his face.

my love's voice was shooting insults again, making fun of how pathetic I must look right now, how I had slammed the door at a person whom I have never met in my life before, someone who might not know me at all.

I just felt tired.

So, I slowly got back to bed.

I will deal with this tomorrow, 

If I have a good day for once.