“At 9:21 I’ll be waiting for a text from him. 11:31 I’ll be blushing over a couple of meaningless words he said. 3 o’ clock hits.. and I’ll be up thinking about how much of a fool I am to get swayed by empty words.” her gaze is empty and she stays emotionless for as what it seems for a whole 30 seconds, trying to digest what she had just admitted. It was an internalized emotion that was waiting to be let loose and be free, all her frustrations and unsaid thoughts were flowing into thin shards of glass that stung her heart over and over again. Well, that’s what best friends were for right? Because Chloe was going to listen for an eternity.
“You know, as I was growing up.. I didn’t receive much attention from my parents. I was always alone... Hell, I spent most of my childhood with my grandma who passed away when I was 8 years old. It was always work, work, work.” The grip on her glass gets harsher, suppressing her tears. Was it because of that? Because she didn’t receive any when she was younger? Because her own parents were too busy enough to show a single gesture of concern?
“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.” A dry laugh escapes her lips, curving her lips up into an empty smile nodding along.