I can’t say I’m one of those guys that girls wished they could date. I’m just a regular guy, the one that goes to school in the morning and works part-time at night to pay his dues. I left my parent’s care when I turned eighteen, and been independent ever since.
“Aiden, we’re going to go for a drink. Want to join us?”The manager of the restaurant I work for, Melissa, asked.
“I’ll pass. I still need to finish a few papers for school. But, thanks for inviting me, Mel.” I politely replied. She nodded and gave my shoulder a squeeze before heading out with the guys.
Not long after they left, I began to clear the counter and secured the place before heading out. I felt my body shiver as the cold breeze of wind hit my body. Fortunately, the flat I rented was just close to my workplace.
As I reached my flat, I unlocked the door and flicked the lights on. I sighed. I’m alone. This was once a shelter for two people, now one. The white walls, the blue couch we used to cuddle on while watching movies, everything. It always reminded me of her.
I threw my bag on the floor and slumped on the couch. And for the nth time, I started tearing up again. I grabbed the frame on the table, gripping it tightly as I cried. It was a picture of me and her. The girl that made my days happy, my first kiss, the girl I wanted to marry… and now the girl that makes me cry every night.
Her sweet smile haunts me every time I close my eyes, her lingering scent on my bed. I struggled to walk to my room, hugging the pillows she once used. I closed my eyes, remembering the happy memories we shared.
And as I opened my eyes, the reality that she will never come back… hits me.