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[wishforhelsinki]

i need some cc on this story please
i'm writing it for my best friend, it's her 'birthday gift'
& i really don't know if i should still bother
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I tried to look for something in those eyes. Make sure I was reading those lips right. I didn’t want a tear wasted until I knew for sure this was it. This time was the last time, we wouldn’t be getting back together.
“Really?”
He stared at me for a second, shocked by the question. His brows furrowed as he processed an answer. He cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, really.”
I looked away from him, watching a girl who looked younger than me walk towards a group in a nearby table. One of the guys offered her his seat. I liked pointing things out like that, but not this time. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Again.
“Okay.” I stood up, still not looking at him, and started for the exit doors. It was weird leaving just like that. In such a rebel fashion. But if this was the last time we’d have this conversation, I wanted to be the one to finish it. Behind me I heard him say, “Okay?”
“Yes.” I whispered, not daring to look back now and lose my peak. Even with my back to him, I could picture him gaping. The way he does when things don’t go his way. The way I loved, when his face twisted yet somehow stayed gorgeous. I kept my pace as I crowded into the busy hallway, not knowing where to go, just taking any direction. I got to my locker not knowing what to do next. I opened it and tore off the picture I taped in the back of it. I held it for a while, scrutinizing the happy faces before ripping it, letting the pieces fall quietly to the floor.

I was in a bitter mood when I got home. Dropping my keys on the counter and sitting down while replaying the day in my head. I opened my eyes and realized the phone was ringing. I walked over to it and answered on the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“Lacey, it’s mom.” The voice said from the other end.
“Hey mom.”
“Listen, I might be coming home late. Cook something for yourself, okay?”
“Okay.” I froze suddenly when I heard what I’d just said. That word that meant the opposite of how everything was going. Okay.
My mom continued to talk, but I couldn’t hear anymore. I stood there holding the phone, even when she’d already hung up, dial tone buzzing in my ear. For the first few hours alone in my house all I could do was sit and stare at nothing. I couldn’t feel anything. I only wanted to stay there, forget everything. Still and silent.
Eli called later that night.
“Lacey? Are you okay?” He asked before I could speak, like he could feel the vibe change as I picked up.
“No,” I said, the tear finally starting to fall. It’s funny how I can be perfectly fine at the worst times, but when my best friend asks me if I am, I’m not at all anymore.
“Vince broke up with me and…I don’t know. I thought I was fine with it.” I sobbed.
“It’s okay, Lace.” That word again. “You guys will talk it over tomorrow like you always do.”
I wanted to believe he was right, but I had the strangest feeling he wasn’t. The whole day I’ve been waiting for something big to happen. It was as if I woke up knowing I was in for a bad surprise. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind, but it continued creeping up through the day, warning me. When I walked into the cafeteria, it became a mayday alert. I spotted Vince and put on my best everything-is-fine face. But as soon as I saw the expression on his, I didn’t bother to hide my distress anymore. Then we broke up.
“Tell me, is he even worth all of this?” I said after calming down. “Could I just be wasting my time?”
“Vince loves you, Lace. He just doesn’t know what he wants right now.”
I sighed. “I’m tired of waiting for him to know.”
“I know.”
There was no more talk about Vince. Eli was good at changing subjects. When you’re upset, he’ll listen, reassure you things will be okay, then slowly but surely get your mind off the topic. Patient, caring, understanding Eli. Talking to him was exactly what I needed during crisis times. We made plans to study for a history exam the next day which I needed badly on account of failing the last one, and the last one before that. Not to mention it was a good way to avoid Vince without being completely alone. I was able to go to bed without a heavy weight on my heart. And whatever else was to come, I was sure Eli would help me through.

I knew I was dreaming. The first reason I knew was because Vince was sitting behind me to my right, smiling. As if nothing had happened earlier. Second, because we were in biology class. We had that class together last year, as sophomores. I was smiling too, shyly, like I had before when we just met. Eli was there, too, watching me and Vince closely. Everything was moving fast. Vince was mouthing something to me, or maybe he was talking out loud. I cocked my head slightly, then parted my lips to say something back, but no sound came out. It was a noiseless dream. Along with the silence, it was foggy in the classroom. Unreal. Like everything could just disappear with the flick of a wrist. And then everything did start disappearing. I stared, horrified as I looked up at Ms. Moyers’ transparent body. She was still talking—although I couldn’t hear what she was saying—apparently teaching a lesson to the class. Behind her I could see the writing on the white boards fade. Then she started to move back, floating off into some space I couldn’t see from where I was. Everything and everyone retracting from me, dissolving into the off-white walls of the room until there was only me. In the distance I was able to see Vince far off, his back turned to me, walking into the whiteness that seemed to go on for miles. Tears started swelling as I watched him vanish. But suddenly I find myself looking into Eli’s eyes, as he pulls me closer to him.