4 hours later…

everyone has gone to bed yet i’m still awake. my pillow was soaked from my consistent crying and the hole in my heart was getting bigger. i went from an ultimate high to an ultimate low. the hope that ashley was breaking up with taylor was gone now, considering they had gone up to her room hours ago. a wave of fresh tears poured out of me as i thought about the love of my life with someone else. i couldn’t bear it, i had to leave in the morning. but what would kyla think? i certainly couldn’t tell her the real reason for my departure, she would hate me. i had to make up something. maybe someone was sick or my mom wanted me home or… my mind couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse. either way, kyla wasn’t going to be too happy with me and ashley would know why i left. maybe she would tell ky the truth about it, maybe she would change the story to make it look like it was my fault… i couldn’t have that. even though my heart wouldn’t withstand much more pain, i decided i had to stay, it was probably the safest option. i had to prepare myself for the worst weekend of my life…

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i awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and hashbrowns. i hadn’t gotten much sleep and my eyes didn’t want to get up yet. i tried to roll over and go back to my dreams but it was no use, laying here wasn’t going to ease my suffering.

‘spence? are you up yet?’ kyla asked as she wondered into the room. she looked somewhat cheerful.

‘come on, breakfast is ready’ she said. i wiped the sleepiness out of my eyes the best i could, got off the couch and followed kyla into the kitchen. as i entered the room i met ashley’s gaze. she was seated at the table next to taylor. i looked away quickly, the hole in my chest ripping painfully at the seams. i tried to concentrate on helping kyla but my eyes kept drifting back to her. sensing the tention in the room, taylor stood up and proceed to clean up.