LISA MARIE BASILE

“Have you spoken to Chrissy recently?” She asked, her head tilting in a faux display of innocent interest.

Your jaw clenched as your anger bubbled under your skin. “No,” you said curtly. 

“Well she told me all about Steve. God is he handsome!” She gushed and you wondered if Anita would still come to class if you punched her granddaughter right then. “I mean I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people more in love and the fact they’re not even soulmates? It’s adorable!”

Your chest caved, crushing your heart and lungs beneath the rubble of your bones and flesh. The air felt too thick to breathe and your anger seemed to burn at your skin begging you to release it.

“I personally can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone other than my soulmate, but I think they could go all the way!” She wouldn’t stop talking. She needed to stop talking. You wanted to tell her to shut up, to grow up. You wanted to tell her that she was nothing but a mean girl who peaked in high school and now could only get her rocks off through petty gossip and mean jibes but you didn’t say any of that.

It was like she pulled you right back into that bar to force you to watch it happen all over again with your feet numb and glued to the floor.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Her smile turned to a smirk then revealing the Carol you knew. Cruelty was her first language after all.

“Fuck you,” you sneered at her. Your shoulder bumped against hers as you walked past her, finally feeling your feet again as your legs moved faster than you could think. You found yourself in the bathroom, ducking into one of the stalls where you tried to breathe despite the rubble constricting your lungs.

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