Past and Present

COLEN’S P.O.V.

The rest of the week was a disaster. I got a terrible fever and stayed in bed with my red nose. Partially from the cold, but mainly from the crying. It felt like I've been sad for so long I don’t even know why I’m sad anymore.

I lost my appetite for all the food and nothing seems to been going right. My pillows feel too hard and I look like shit with my tangled hair and my puffy face.

I sighed as I tossed another ball of tissue on my bed. My bed is already scattered with white balls of tissue. I’m usually so neat and clean, but now I just don’t care.

I hugged Liam’s sweater tightly against my chest. I’ve been sleeping with it for a while now. Liam never visited me or called me. It’s like he never existed. I missed him so much, even though Liam just feels like a dream now. It’s like he was never alive.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” I called.

It’s Sam. He’s been coming over every day to catch me up on homework. My mom doesn’t mind him being here, since he was my childhood friend, but I still don’t understand why he’s being so nice to me all of a sudden. We had lost contact ever since we broke up.

“Hey,” he said, handing me a few sheets, “I got your homework for math.”

I forced a smile and took the sheets. I laid them on my bed beside me.

“Thanks,” I said, “you know you didn’t have to do that.”

He brushed a piece of hair from my face and smiled. “I wanted to.”

I nodded and lowered my head. This is awkward, it’s like grade eight all over again.

RACHEL’S P.O.V.

I stormed up to his house and pounded my fist on his door, the rest of my crew of girls walking behind me. He hurt my best friend; he’d better be ready to pay for it.

I got ready to yell as he opened the door, but my energy quickly faded when I saw his face.
Liam looked like he hasn’t slept in days. He has dark circles under his eyes and his hair, which is usually neatly styled, is going in every direction ((you can’t go in every direction; you must go in ONE DIRECTION! Haha get it? That was terrible)). He has a small stubble where his chin used to be cleanly shaved.

All I could say at that moment was, “Wow… you look… terrible?”

He stared at me with tired eyes. It took him a while to reply.

“Yeah,” he said. He tried to close the door but I held it open.

“Wait,” I said, “why did you do it?”

He just stared at me. The twinkle that was usually in his eyes were gone.

“You clearly missed her too, that’s why you look so… messed up right now.” I stated as I invited myself into his house. It’s littered with empty Tim Hortans coffee cups. “So why did you do it? Why did you cheat on her if you were going to miss her so much afterwards?”

He said nothing. He just looked down at his coffee cup.

Is he ignoring me? It’s really starting to get on my nerves. I marched up to him and slapped him in the face.

“Hey,” I said, “are you so fucking high that you can’t even talk?”

“Yeah pretty much,” he answered without meeting my eyes.

That confused me. He clearly still cares about her, or else he won’t be beating himself up like this, and she still cares about him. I thought they were happy together. Alex was never attracted to Sammy in the first place, so why would he cheat on Coke with her? They were so happy together. Why?

What the fuck is going on?

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