"I'm not saying that I have a bad life, but if you were to write a story with me in the lead role, it would certainly be a tragedy."
When I said that there was no way that my life could possibly get any worse, I was kidding. I didn't actually expect...
"They say the best way to move on is to let go. As if letting go is the easy part. As if trying to dim or erase three years of memories, good or bad, is something you can do in one day."
-Claire Contreas, Kaleidoscope Hearts
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"Knock. Knock. Anyone home?"
"In here!" I called over my shoulder as I tried to balance a basket filled to capacity with dirty laundry on my hip, while turning the machine on.
"Hey, babe," Hailey strolled in with a wide smile. She nodded towards the mountain of clothes on the floor. "Need some help?"
I shook my head. "Nah, I'm just waiting for my extra limbs to get here. They're a bit late, as usual."
"Oh, boy." She rolled her eyes and relieved me of the basket. "Is this mine?" She held up a red and black striped tee with a frown. "I've been searching all week for this!"
"That's weird," I said, mirroring her frown. "How did that get there?" I snatched it and dumped it in the washer before she had a chance to respond. "So, you didn't tell me. How are things with Michael?"
"Since when do you care?"
I tossed a dark colored bundle into the washer and reached for the detergent. "Since today. I woke up this morning with a burning need to know all the sordid details of this love affair. Isn't that obvious?"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Bullshit."
I threw my hands in the air with a smile. "Okay. You got me. Now, can you hand me those?"
She hurled the shirts I pointed at and crossed her arms.
I raised my brow. "What?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No. I was obviously joking." I flashed her a smile but it faded when she didn't return it. "But if you want us to talk about it, I guess we could."
"He wants you to come out with us."
"Excuse me?" I took a seat on the floor and leafed through the remaining piles of clothing, sorting them according to color. "Was he high when he said that?"
She joined me on the floor. "He's trying to make amends and it'll just be one dinner."
"Just be one dinner? There's nothing just about dinner with Michael." I scoffed, "And I suppose you already told him I'd go, right?"
