I kissed a gay, omg
1222 Words
anye's pov
Dabbing around my swollen eyelids with a little white napkin that I always keep in my favourite Japanese purse for moments like this, I stare back at the image in the mirror looking at me.
Sniffing repeatedly, I put my napkin back into my opened purse and zip it closed. I take in the appearance of my reflection in the mirror. My swollen eyes look like they got hit repeatedly by force exerted boxing gloves. My hair that's up in a ponytail looks like it hasn't hit the showers in years.
Harvey. The name I once adored, the only name that I loved to hear when I woke up every morning, the only name I loved to hear before I slept every night. The only name I could call mine and really claim that it was mine. Harvey.
Harvey and I started dating back in our freshman year in highschool. I, was a deserted fellow that lacked friends and he, was my Prince Charming. I didn't believe in love at first sight until I met my Harvey. At least he used to be my Harvey.
His jet black hair made me have a thing with brunettes. His ocean blue eyes made me think of the beach everytime I got lost in them. His deep pink lips reminded me of strawberry everytime we kissed and the cologne he always wore, drowned me deep in love.
Why he broke up with me is what I refuse to understand. I mean, who ends a four year old relationship with an, 'It's over', over the phone! And then hangs up?
We made it this far to our senior year which has barely just begun. I thought we would be one of those couples who would eventually get married after dating in highschool. We used to be the envy of most people in school. Our ship name was popular across school, 'Harvye' .
How am I going to face the students now? What are they all going to say about me? My social life has officially ended and it's not even started yet!
I frown at my reflection and clench my fists by my side. "I hate you Harvey."
Memories of the first time he confessed his feelings instantly plays in my head. His soothing voice when he'd first said 'I love you Anye.'
I stop clenching my fists and my lips start to quiver again. In a whimper, I say to myself, "I love you Harvey."
Clearly confused, I burst into hard, loud wails and amid my devastated cries, I yell, "I hate that I love you Harvey!"
The scarf I have tied around my neck suddenly seems choking. Maybe because Harvey got it for me on my last birthday. And everything he's given me has started to feel choking. I toss it in the air and it lands beside the weak wooden door of this bathroom.
Frustrated, I pick up my purse that I'd gently laid on the sink in front of the mirror in the big bathroom of the hotel I'm in, and dig out my favorite little picture of Harvey and I that I always have in my purse.
I look at the picture and frown at it, squeezing it tight in my grip. We'd taken it at an amusement park and each of us had a copy. He has his hands wrapped around me from behind and his face is buried into my neck. My cheery wide grin made the picture so perfect.
I bring the lighter I have in my pocket and strike it. It doesn't budge the first time and I frown at it. Striking it again, the little fire pops out. I lift it up and close to one side of the picture from the bottom.
As the little piece that always reminded me of how much Harvey loves...loved me starts to burn up, I start to cry even harder. All of our memories, I'm burning along with this picture. If four years of being together all of a sudden means nothing to him, I'm ready to show him that I'm not going to stay weak for him, for us.
As the picture burns even more, I fling it across the room.
I bring out my napkin again and dab it around my eyes. I pull the hair band that's holding my hair up and dig around for my hairbrush in my purse. This purse is a lot like Dora the explorer's backpack, it's filled with the things that I feel I might need every day.
And Harvey gave it to you.
My subconscious reminds me. The thought makes me consider burning the purse too but I quickly decide against it. I brush my hair and neatly put it back in it's previous style, ponytail.
I grab my eyeliner and highlight around my eyes to hide the mark of my breakdown. It doesn't do much but it's still way better. I apply a little bit of red lipstick on my lips and smack them together. I figure out that it would be pointless to remain in a bathroom in a hotel my father owned while I could cry in the comfort of my bedroom, and not have to worry about what I look like.
I sniff once more and take in the reflection of the young, miserable lady that is standing in front of the mirror. This is where life has brought me.
I turn around on my heels to leave the bathroom. I twist the door knob but it doesn't budge. I scrunch my face in surprise and try harder. Yet, no reaction. What is happening? "Hello?" I call in astonishment, banging furiously on the door with hope that anyone going around from outside would come to my aid.
I continue with my furious assault against the door, expecting that it would rip off its hinges. Father. My subconscious suggests. I oblige and pull my phone out proceeding to dial him. Just as I'm about to hit the ring button, a deep voice bellows from outside, "Is anybody in there?!"
I quickly stand to my feet and race towards the door. On the top of my voice, I scream, "Yes! Yes I'm in here."
"Okay stand back, I'm breaking the door down." The voice orders and I nod like whoever it is can see me. Carefully, I obey and step further back.
Within seconds, the door gets pulled down from its hinges and lands on the floor of the bathroom with a thud. "Are you okay?" A stranger I had never seen walks towards me and tries to search for answers as his eyes run all over me.
I stare at the brunette with jet black hair and ocean blue eyes. My eyes move to scan his deep pink lips and I furrow my eyebrows when all of a sudden,his face is replaced with that of Harvey.
My eyes go wide and I start to sob. "Harvey, you came back. I knew it, I just knew you couldn't leave me alone." I tell him and my hands reflexively wrap around his neck.
Tears roll down my face and I lift my head up so I can connect my lips with his. Just as our lips are a few inches apart, he snaps me out of my stance with a loud voice.
"What the f**k are you doing? Stop it, I'm gay." He snaps. Harvey's face disappears and all of a sudden is replaced with the guy that had walked in earlier.
Uh-oh.
- Writer
