A/N: Music has long been a big part of my life. It's what often helps me deal with life and also write chapters for stories. Another thing which music does is inspire new ideas, and so this is yet another idea via music. The inspiration for this comes from the Cassadee Pope song "Wasting All These Tears". It's a powerful song about heartbreak and moving on. Enjoy!
Broken hearts are a bitch. Whoever says otherwise obviously has never had their heart ripped out and torn to shreds before being back over with a semi. I would say that I hate those people, but truthfully, I'm relieved for them. I'm relieved that they don't have to deal with days and nights running together into one big nightmare. They don't have to deal with the constant barrage of "How are you holding up?" type questions. What I wouldn't do to swap places with one of those people just for one day, to not have this broken heart. Alas, I'm stuck in this hell thanks to my philandering ex boyfriend Bryant Holt. We were together for three years which were the best three years of my life, but Bryant obviously didn't share the same sentiment. I actually thought a engagement was on the horizon. Silly me. My world came crashing down three months ago when I got off work from my job at Seattle Magazine where I'm an arts and entertainment reporter. I was early, but I wanted to surprise Bryant. Little did I know that I was the one in for a surprise.
As I opened the door to the two bedroom apartment which I shared with Bryant, I heard a series of giggles coming from our bedroom. My heart tried to convince me that the sounds were streaming from the television, but my head was telling me the unthinkable was going on. With my keys still on my hand, I slowly began inching towards the semi closed bedroom door. Through the small opening I could Bryant laying on his back while a blonde was kneeled in front of him. The sounds of his moans as she sucked on him flowed through the room and towards me. I wanted to scream, run, do something, but I was frozen at the sight before me. It was only when the keys fell from my hand that the pair noticed me. Bryant pushed the blonde away from him and scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping over the sheets as he rushed towards me. He didn't seem bothered that he was standing there stark naked, but I don't guess it should have since both of the women in the room had been intimate with him.
"Ana, I'm sorry.", he said. "I didn't mean..." I held my hand up to stop him while his "friend" wrapped a sheet around her body and then sat back down on the bed as if she were settling in for a show.
"Didn't mean for what? Didn't mean for it to happen?", I asked. What he said next is where the knife was pushed deeper into my heart.
"For you to find out like this." No it just happened. No it didn't mean anything.
"What are you doing Bryant? Is this some sort of a fling or is it more?" I already knew from the look in his eyes what his answer was going to be, but I needed to hear it even if it was going to hurt like hell.
"It's more. Do you know how much I didn't want it to be more than a fling? I tried so hard to tell myself that Rachel and I were just having fun, but there's a connection there unlike anything that I've ever felt." I didn't know know the face, but the name Rachel was familiar to me in that she was one of his co-workers at the advertising agency where he worked. Everything started falling into place. There had been nights in which he worked late and immediately ran to the shower upon arriving home. He was washing away her scent! "You will always have a special place in my heart."
"Stop!", I snapped. "I don't want to hear it. You've ruined everything. I had all these dreams for us, but you threw them away like they meant nothing. Yet, you're standing there trying to make me feel better when you're only really trying to help yourself sleep at night." I pushed him out of the way and began striding across the beige bedroom carpet. Rachel backed up on to the bed with what looked like fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not going to slap you or anything. Just remember, if he'll cheat on me, he'll do the same to you."
"Not possible. Bryant cares for me more than anything.", she smirked. "The two of you were already on shaky ground before I came along so there's no reason to blame me." I put my hands on my hips and turned to Bryant while laughing at what she said.
"You really struck gold." There I was being all cool and calm in front of them, but internally, I was weeping. I went into the bedroom and began shoving clothes into one of my suitcases, feeling their eyes on me the entire time. Bryant was standing by the bed when I emerged with my luggage.
"You don't have to leave. I had planned on moving out anyway so you should stay."
"And what? Sleep in the same bed that you fucked her in? Thanks but no thanks.", I hissed. "I'll be back for the rest of my things tomorrow."
As soon as I was out of the apartment and in the safety of my Volkswagen, I broke down and cried. I didn't know I was capable of producing so many tears, but they kept coming until they finally ended. It dawned on me that I was wasting my tears on a man who wasn't worthy. I was no longer going to be the girl let a man pull her down.
"Audrey is having a small get together tonight at her place, and we definitely need to make an appearance.", my best friend and roommate Kate Kavanagh, breaking me out of my mental haze.
"Kate, I'm afraid that you're mistaken because Audrey never has small get parties."
"I'll have you know that the police weren't called not once during her last party, but you wouldn't know that since you made up some excuse. What was it again? You had to wash your hair?"
"I had food poisoning, but it was the truth. Don't you recall holding my hair back while I vomited my guts out?"
"Ugh, yeah. I had blocked that memory out.", she cringes. "Thanks for reminding me. Ana, you need to get out there and have some fun. Don't let what that scum of the earth ruin your chance of finding true love." The relationship between Kate and Bryant had always been a shaky one, but his cheating made her despise him.
"I'm not letting him ruin anything. I simply don't want another relationship. I'm perfectly content with my life at the moment. I've got a job which I look forward to going to in the morning and a best friend who has been my rock."
"And a BOB which helps you release some of that tension that keeps building up." Although Kate has a point, I can't help but blush at her brash comment. "I think you need to invest in a battery company."
"There's nothing wrong with having a little help. Besides, I don't have to worry about it leaving the toilet seat up or its clothes all over the place.", I shrug.
"You also don't get to feel the warmth of its arms around you when you go to sleep following a day from hell, hearing the comforting words that tomorrow is a new day. Don't you miss having that warm body next to you in bed? It's not just about the sex either. It's about knowing that person next to you is there for you no matter what. You act like a cynic when it comes to love, but I think deep down you long for that. You miss being kissed and being held."
"I hate to bust your bubble, but you're wrong." She places her water bottle back in the fridge and shakes her head before going towards her bedroom. Just as she gets to her door, she turns back at me with her sympathetic green eyes. "What?"
"I hate him for what he did to you. Bryant Holt didn't deserve to have someone as great as you, but you loved him for some odd reason. He tossed away a treasure for trash."
"That's so sweet, but I'm still not going to the party.", I giggle as she tosses her blonde hair over her shoulders in typical Kate dramatic fashion.
Once I'm alone in the living roon with my laptop in front of me, I feel that loneliness which I've ignored start to creep up against me. It's a feeling which I get at times, but I'm quick to brush it off because that loneliness often stirs tears which I refuse to allow to fall.