Girl In The Green Dress Pt2.

Dedicated to him, you know who you are

Updated: 25th Nov, 2022

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I woke up to a message from him.

I rolled my eyes. 

I wasn’t going to let him win this time.

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Memories from the night before attacked my mind.

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‘So what are we going to do about this… situationship?’ I’d asked him.

‘This isn’t a situationship. It’s a can’t-happen-ship’ he’d replied.

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My heart.

Can’t happen? I’d thought.

Like… ever?

His words replayed through my mind.

‘Oh’ I’d replied.

‘Hey guys wait up’ a voice behind us said.

Great. Terrible timing. I thought.

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When we’d finally reached our destination, I gazed up at him for a moment.

But by the time that moment had passed he was by the entrance speaking to a random group of girls whilst smoking a cigarette. 

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For God’s Sake. There was that anger again.

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Right at that moment is when I made a promise to myself I’d never let him make me feel that way again.

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Like an idiot.

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I pretended it didn’t bother me and walked in, head held high to say goodbye to everyone before I left.

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I had to shout over the lively music to make my exit.

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Just as I was done with my goodbyes, I turned around only to bump straight into a familiar face. 

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Or well… chest.

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His chest.

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Great. I thought

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‘I’m off now’ I said shortly.

‘Where are you going? Hotel or home?’ he said with hope.

‘I don’t know yet’ I replied. ‘See you when I see you’. 

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I swear I meant nothing by it, but he frowned. 

‘Alright’ he snorted.

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‘What? I don’t know when I’ll next see you. We have no more events planned' I glanced up with hope.

‘Well… I’ll come down Monday. No, Tuesday, I have a meeting down near you’ he told me.

‘Ok’ I said. 

‘Ok’ he mirrored.

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We stood in silence for a moment, before he asked me if I was okay again.

‘Just tired’ I replied.

He nodded.

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‘And tired of all… this’ I said, finally.

‘You know I don’t talk about feelings’ he said.

I rolled my eyes.

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‘But we have something special. We both know that’ He started. 

‘We’re both busy smashing it at work, so it can’t happen. We’re just too busy. But you have a special place in my heart’ he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. 

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I looked up at him through my glazed eyes.

My heart raced at the sound of those words.

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Finally…

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I’d been clutching at straws for the last 6 months, waiting for something. A sign. An acknowledgement of his feelings towards me.

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‘See… how hard was that?’ I laughed. ‘Thank you’ I added with a more serious tone.

He looked down at me with a tender look in his eyes. A look I’d gotten very used to seeing by now, and planted one final kiss on my cheek before I walked away.

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I felt… confused.

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The entire night he’d been chatting away with girls. On purpose.

Now, we were both officially single, so that wasn’t the problem.

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The problem was that we were both usually respectful and mindful of each other’s presence, and therefore generally didn’t flirt in front of each other.

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But not that night.

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It was a first for us. 

And it wasn’t a good first-time thing.

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My heart felt heavy leaving him behind, but I knew it was the right thing to do.

Plus, I didn’t really fancy watching his attempts at making me jealous.

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I knew this had to be the end.

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So I left, with one single tear sliding down my cheek, where his lips had not long been. 

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It was a sad love story. 

I turned around one last time but a crowd of people had already formed around him and he was no longer in sight.

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I continued walking out into the rain until I arrived at the car.

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Sadly and unwillingly I opened the door.

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Secretly, I was hoping to turn around only to see him standing there in the rain. Waiting for me. Running towards me to tell me he’d made a mistake. Begging me to be his. Like a movie scene. 

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But he wasn’t.

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Because this love wasn’t a movie, it was a reality.

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And realities don’t have a happy ending.

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