chapter One

I stumbled forwards as a ghost brushed

by me, proudly sporting a bright

orange stain on his sheets, and almost

tripped over Frankenstein's monster's

shoes in the process. the costume here

we're cheesy and ugly but the lack of effort

had it's own charm. In the corner of the room

was my closest freind Mark who had showed

up covered in toilet paper, that was his costume, sellotape and toilet paper, and

the toilet paper wasn't lasting as long as

the tape was so it beginning to look more

like he'd had an accident in the bathroom and

ended up with more than the toilet paper

attached to his shoes.

I wanted to head over to him and make some

sort of joke about him being the toilet paper

fairy or smth but when I look in his direction

and he saw me he turned away.

I frowned. So Zackary had got to him first.

That said more about Mark than it did about Zackary though. I'd always know Zackary was

the sort to say whatever it took to get what he wanted, I hadn't minded, he was handsome and

nice to me and I'd never really held my partner to expectation higher than those.

and even though I felt some annoyance at the

fact that clearly Mark had been told Zackary's

version of our break up which I was sure

villainised to maximum, and Mark had simly taken him at his word, I still want to clear

things up with him.

of course I would, right? He was a friend,

I wanted him to think well of me.

but the moment I took a step towards

him I saw him narrow his eyes and be made a

pivot, turning around and heading straight

into the kitchen.

I couldn't if that was a chance or he had been

watching me out of the corner of his eye

but I didn't care. I didn't care if they where roommate, he was close enough to me that he

had no excuse to believe over Zackary over me

to such an extent that he wouldn't even allow me to explain myself.

So when I turned back around and walk away,

coming to terms with that fact that this ridiculous end to my four years romance with that idiot had ultimately lost me more freinds

than it had ever been worth I wasn't Massively pleased.

**THE DAY PRIOR**.

"You're cold and you're selfish."

"You.. I don't even know how you can say that.

you should be begging me to forgive right now

and you're saying I'm the problem?"

"You don't actually care. "

He was right, I didn't actually care.

Somehow the fact that I had gotten home in the morning to see him in bed with another definitely ***** man who was, at the time, cuddling mi pillow with his ripped hairy chest, it didn't matter to me. It was a shocked though.

but in terms of a boyfriend to a boyfriend I knew I should have cared more, I watch enough

badly acted soaps to know that I didn't care nearly as much as other people did about the people I dated.

"I do care." I Lied.

"You're lying. and that's the problem.

you never actually care, that's why I did this, that's why you ever date will always do this."

"Why the h-

"Testing boundaries,lake, no one knows what the hell your boundaries are!"

"You're not-

"You don't get mad when i flirt with people

but you don't flirt with people but you don't care If I leave in a month and say nothing you don't

take down our picture. If I broke up without this happening you'd probably say goodbye without a second galance. You don't care anyone except yourself and you know what? That sucks, it really sucks, it sucks!"

If I'm such a shitty person why did you ever date me in the first place. Even more of a question, why date me for four years? I thought we were good together. do I have to hunt you across the earth and pin you down and tattoo my name into your neck?"

"You could at least-"

"No.you-"

"Let me speak."

"Let me speak.", I snapped. "You're spouting excuses right now. If you felt this way you could have talked to me about it. I don't need some guys balls rubbing up against my bed sheets just because you don't know what I'm thinking. That's next level messed up. "

But even as I was speaking I felt a twing of guilt

settle inside me. He wasn't wrong, though,I didn't care. So what right did I have to try to make him guilt for cheating on me? Thought

I'd readly admit any day that hygiene aspects bothered me. I didn't even want to touch the mattres after there bedtime Olympics in it.

Surely,if anything, me guilt tripping him

and getting mad at him was what he had been seeking for some time, by his own account.

So I had no reason to feel bad about putting him on the spot like that even if it was probably

just a method of deflection.

But when I looked from the mattress up at

Zackary's face and saw his tears swimming in

his eyes eventually

tumbling over and down his cheeks I wondered if those where my fault or his fault.

I don't know what to do.

I felt a little helpless like a, big giant lumbering around accidentally ruining and breaking things

as I attempted to make my way through

dense undergrowth.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, his low voice breaking briefy, making it squeak like

a rustly wheel. "I didn't- I don't...

Terrible, I was a terrible person.

without thinking about it I drew him in

close to me and hugged him tightly.

"It's ok." I said quietly.

"It is?" He asked, all the hope in his voice bleeding out into the quiet room.

I frowned, pulling away but keeping my arms around him. "I'm not angry at you-" I quickly

amended the sentence; "anymore...but I'm obviously breaking up with you."

I saw the spark of anger in his eyes flash

like a sparkler before he shoved me half

and I stumbled backwards, my footsteps loud

on the hardwood floor.

"**** you!" He glared at me.

My eyebrows pointed towards the centre of

my forehead, my forehead creasing in response "Why I'm forgiving you but Zack,

of course we're breaking up, why would we stay together at this."

"Why the **** do we have to break up!"

He screamed at me, more tears threatening

to fall from that big brown eyes of his.

There was a brief pause before I recollected myself. "Because.. I...well I don't know, that's

what people do, If you cheat at me once what says you won't cheat at me again kind of thing."

He glared at me fiercely. "What's the point in you saying you forgive me if you still want to trash our whole relationship at one little mistake that doesn't even bother you." He stepped forward and shoved me hard, But my taller form didn't go backwards as easily as maybe he hoped. "I hate you. You want to break up with me? Fine. clearly you don't cared about me. I'll found someone way better than you

out there... I... "

I watched him silently as he was marching towards the door and he turned around dramatically but couldn't find the word

to slice me in two with.

"You..." He wiped the tears off of his reddened face,seemingly infuriated, and then swung his fist out, swiping the lamp I'd had since the third year of primary school off of the desk beside the door. The poor lamp that had been so resilent for so long, seen so much and survived so many beatings, smashed into the ground in more than a couple of pieces, the wood splintering in every direction like every individual had just been for an opportunity to make it's own way in life.

The sound alone was enough to make me

believe that he was angry but he still seemed convinced I didn't understand.

"I can stand you." he bit out. "Don't come near me after this. Lose my number."He opened the door. "And lose Mark number too. Don't contact me or my friends."

I frowned, I've known Mark longer than you, I

wanted to add. But it didn't matter I was convinced he would make sure Mark would be the one sticking to his rule of me not contacting him or his friends. This wasn't up to me.

It was why I tried to call him Immediately

after but his phone didn't ring, out of battery, as usual. So what did it matter, I would be at the Halloween party tomorrow evening with him and I could explain everything that happened then.

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