Beep Beep****
The alarm went on and on. Eric's hand reached on to the clock. He sat on the side of the bed thinking about her.
****FLASHBACK...
"Why have you gotten photos of your ex on your phone?" Ylva stared at him as she covered her naked body with a kilt.
"So what?" Eric spoke indifferent.
"Why would you post her on your social media? Do you still have something with her?" She spoke with tears forming in her eyes.
He looked at her who was now trying really hard not to cry , she looked pathetic.
"I just posted, it's your
problem whether you want to believe it or not I have nothing with Neila."
Tears flooded her eyes, was this the Eric she knew, the one who declared that he loved her. Yet he hid her from everyone, their relationship was a secret they would be seen walking together often but he'd lie saying she was just his friend.
Ylva said nothing, she was too hurt to utter a word. She felt awful and used, she sold off her virginity to him to show him how much she loved him, she always broke barriers of all sorts just to make him smile, he was her priority but he treated it like trash, he took it for granted.
Her tears flew her face making her eyes extremely red and swollen.
Nevertheless, she began dressing.
Eric watched her dress, she was beautiful he thought. He walked up to her , tracing his her but all the way to her waist.
He pulled her to him and cupped her face trying to see what she had within. She was weak in his arms since she hadn't eaten since morning, she had an argument with her mother and wasn't allowed to eat.
He saw a flash of sadness in her swollen eyes. Ylva pulled away from him and continued dressing.
Three minutes after she was done dressing , she muttered in a weak voice. "Take me out of here."
Eric was speechless, he didn't know how to react, after sometime of inner debate he took her hand in his own and led her out of his room all the way to the front compound of the house.
Ylva began walking up to the road to take a taxi. He followed silently.
He hailed a taxi for her, she got on without sparing him a glance.
PRESENT ****
Eric groaned as scenes of Ylva kept appearing on his mind. Was he in love with her? When he was the one to break up with her, why was he missing her if he's the one who was with her only for pleasure. It was just a friends with benefits relationship.
Eric walks up to the bathroom shirtless, he sprinkles cold water on his face to blink away the thoughts about her.
He inhales, exhales to relax his heart that thumped against his ribcage.
His eyes shut close in attempt to master his sentiments.