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New York Minute
By: BlackBirdLovable Date: November 14, 2011, 10:32 pm
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The radio blasted from the counter in Colette's penthouse
bathroom. “I've done everything for you... You've done nothing
for me,” were the words that Rick Springfield's voice projected
through the speakers. Colette couldn't get over how ironic it
was that this song had came on the radio as she sat there,
locked in her bathroom and crying her eyes out for the millionth
time this year. It was almost like the universe was trying to
tell her something. She had done everything for Jack, everything
to keep their relationship going, but what had he done? Nothing,
really, other than manipulate her and play with her emotions.
Colette had finally started to slowly admit all of this to
herself and work on moving on with her life when, of course,
Jack called her with a long-winded, teary apology. He cried...
Her biggest weakness was when he cried. How could she be so
cruel and not give him the chance to make things up to her?
Colette hadn't been able to think of any reason not to, and so
she had let him back into her life once more.
That was her fatal flaw. She always believed that their love
could conquer any obstacle. It could conquer him cheating. It
could conquer him leaving. It could conquer distance. It could
conquer him dating someone else. But the truth was, It couldn't
conquer his fears. He was afraid to be loved and to love; afraid
that they would end up like his parents, divorced and hating
each other. Running away again, Jack had left Colette through a
text message. He didn't want to talk to her anymore was what he
had said. He claimed that she was a part of his past and that he
was done with her. She knew it wasn't true though. It couldn't
have been true, could it? No, he was with his stupid friends.
They were behind this. It was their fault that he wasn't acting
like himself. Picking up her cellphone off the floor, Colette
fingered the touch-screen for a moment. She wanted to call him
and see if he had blocked her number like usual, but she didn't
want to seem like she was desperate to talk to him.
Sighing, Colette pressed the unlock button on the top of her
cellphone and then the send button twice. He had called her a
million and one times last when he had been eager to talk to
her, so he was the last number in her calls list. Placing the
cell to her ear, it rang and rang and rang and rang. “You're
call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system
819-4432 is not available,” came through on the other side. She
hung up. He hadn't answered her call, but he hadn't blocked her
number. Was that good news or bad news? She couldn't decide, and
having the urge to call him again, she quickly tossed the
cellphone down onto the floor a foot or so away from her. If he
hadn't blocked her number yet, he surely would if she called him
twice in a row. “Give him time..” she said aloud to herself. “In
the meantime, Its just me and you, Marcello,” Colette said to
the grumpy maine coon who was attempting to scratch through the
closed bathroom door.
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Re: New York Minute
By: BlackBirdLovable Date: November 14, 2011, 10:57 pm
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It had been over a month since Colette had heard even a peep
from her on-again off-again fiance. Since that one night curled
up on the bathroom floor with Marcello, she had decided to put
her attention elsewhere. Like any sane person would do, she had
thrust herself into her work. Colette made most of her money as
a free-lance journalist, but lately she had been working on
something bigger. A novel; a full-blown fictional work of art.
The editor she had been consulting with was eating up chapter
after chapter which made Colette even more inspired to finish
this project. Dabbling in fictional works from only time to
time, she'd never actually finished an entire story.
Sprawled out on her bed with her laptop, her overly cream-filled
coffee, and Marcello, Colette sat down to write another chapter.
Fingers running across the maine coon's back, she tried to
decide where she wanted to start. A spark of inspiration hit
her, and off her hands went to typing. The sound of the
repetitive clicks of the keys was oddly soothing, as was the
rain pouring down the window of her Manhattan apartment. It was
then that a loud vibration spread through the mattress. The
screen of Colette's phone lit up with a new text message.
Groaning, she reached to see who it was from. The feeling that
came next was one that she didn't typically associate with
receiving a text message. Especially not with receiving a test
message from this particular person. "Jack..." The name left her
mouth with the sound of the one key on an old grand piano that's
always dead.
Dread was what she was feeling, and she had every right to feel
it too. She knew exactly what was to come and exactly what she
would have to say. "Jack.. I've moved on." That was it. Those
were the only words she had to say. But why on earth were they
so difficult to say even though they were the truth? It was
almost as if she knew that in saying those words she would be
hurting him. All of the hurt and pain and grief he had caused
her over the years still, in her mind, didn't justify her
allowing herself to hurt him. It was sick and completely messed
up. Breaking from her stare, Colette quickly typed out those
words in a text and sent it. Not even a millisecond after, she
broke down in heaving, sobbing, runny-nose crying.
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Re: New York Minute
By: BlackBirdLovable Date: November 15, 2011, 6:32 pm
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Hands still shaking with emotion, Colette quickly dialed Sammy's
number. She knew it by heart, but, of course, what sane woman
didn't know her best friends number by heart. Swinging her legs
out from under her, she accidentally knocked Marcello, who
responded with a loud hiss, off of the bed. "Sorry, Marce," she
said in a bland condolence while taking to pacing along the side
of her bed. Answer. Answer. Please answer. At the second to last
ring, Sam answered her phone. "Sam? Hello? Oh thank God you
answered. He texted me..." That was all Colette had to say for
Sam to understand.
"Lette! Oh! Please tell me you didn't answer. Please, please,
please tell me that you just blew him off!" She really was the
greatest friend a girl could wish for; the kind who cared more
about your future happiness than how happy you were at that very
moment. Sure, she'd sit with you and hold your hand while you
cried, but she'd still give you a hard kick in the pants if it
was what you needed to get back on your feet again. Colette
hesitated for a minute before saying, "Well... I didn't
COMPLETELY blow him off. I.. I.. told him that I'd moved on."
The tears began to pour down her face again. "I feel like the
most awful, cruel person in the world!"
Colette could hear Sammy's frustration on the other end of the
phone. "Colette Dales, you are the least awful, cruel person in
the entire world and you damn well know it. Now, put some
goddamn pants on and get your cute ass over here! I have junk
food that needs eating and movies that need watching. Hustle
your butt, little missy." She couldn't help but laugh through
her tears and Sammy's answer. Junk food and movies. It was their
answer to everything. "Fine, I'll be there in two shakes of a
lambs tail," Colette answered before hanging up the phone.
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