The words cut through her like a hot knife through butter. But it didn’t hurt, oddly enough. Maybe it was because it wasn’t supposed to? Because it had been years, of course, and what did she expect after everything she put him through?
But she knew that he’d told her about her. He would’ve had to eventually, one way or another, even if it was just through, “That’s all in the past, and she doesn’t matter now.”
She would walk around carrying that burden, but it was fine now, at least, that they were finally moving on with their lives. It was a step in the right direction, and it was probably what she needed, if she ever wanted to find any peace. It was all she needed, to hear that she was “No one. Not even important.”
She takes her cup of coffee and sits down at a seat near the window and watches him share breakfast with that girl he’s been seeing for past few months (or years, it’s all about perspective, really). He seems genuinely happy, and that pit in her stomach that had been wishing that, somewhere, deep down, he really wasn’t, slowly shrunk into something that left a bitter taste in her mouth.
They’d said their salty goodbyes years ago, but it felt like she hadn’t let go until now. Not until she’d heard him call her “No one. Not even important.”
She bites down on her lower lip to stifle something nobody should ever see in public, and he smiles at his date, happy, content, and completely unaware of the girl falling to pieces a few feet away.
Originally posted on Tumblr on Jan 12th 2014