It Should Have Been Us

Chapter 2

I felt my stomach sink as I watched the boy I loved so deeply that it destroyed me, lean in for another kiss.

I froze, I couldn't even move an inch of my body. I was in shock, like I was frozen in a moment I was afraid I'd be trapped in forever.

I felt tears threatening to break through the barrier that I so desperately wanted to keep standing. Before I could think, I found myself rushing into the building, searching for an escape.

    By now, my eyes had flooded with the tears I had no chance holding back. Inside the building there were a few people, immediately looking my way once they saw the state I was in.

The judgmental stares caused my body to panic even more, and I rushed down a random hallway until I found an unoccupied room- the bathroom.

I didn't even bother locking the door, I just shut it and immediately collapsed to the floor. Sobs escaped my body, as the image of Cameron kissing that girl resurrected in my mind.

It was almost an unbearable feeling, like my entire body had crumbled and had no way of being put back together.

I wasn't ready. It's too soon for me to see Cameron at all, let alone watch him make out with someone who isn't me. I wish I never came to this stupid concert.

As regretful thoughts swirled through my mind, the door knob suddenly twisted and swung open, revealing a brown haired stranger intruding on my personal break-down.

"Occupied!" I yelled abruptly, stopping my sobs in embarrassment.

He slammed the door, standing on the other side. "I'm so sorry, the door wasn't locked and I just assumed- wait, are you crying?" The stranger rambled through the door, a sudden concern laced through his words.

"No," I sniffled, wiping my nose on the sleeve of my flannel. "Now go away."

"Are you sure? I know that you're lying, I can hear it in your voice. Look, if you want someone to stay I'd be happy to. I'm really good at lis-"

"Go away!" I yelled once more, more sobs escaping my mouth.

There was a silence behind the door, and I assumed he took the message. When I didn't hear a reply, I broke down once more. It felt like this night was endless, and all I wanted was to leave.

Once my tears were settled, I pulled myself up off the floor and looked into the mirror. Surprisingly, my makeup was still almost intact. A bit of mascara had smudged beneath my eyes, but I took some wet toilet paper and wiped it away easily. I took a moment to regain my composure before opening the door.

As I opened the door, the same stranger from before fell with it.

I was taken aback, before anger flushed through me. "What the fuck are you doing? Were you just standing out here, listening to me cry?"

The man stands himself up, embarrassment strew across his face. "Well, I- look, I'm sorry! I just knew that you were sad and I didn't want to leave you alone-"

"Stop," I interrupt abruptly. "Why didn't you leave? I told you to leave."

"I know, it just felt wrong to leave you. I thought maybe you'd eventually want someone to talk to?"

"I already said no." I said, lacking emotion. "Why do you care anyways? I don't even know you."

"I don't know, it just felt wrong to, you know, leave..." he trailed off, sensing my lack of understanding. "Okay, I know I already said that, but that's really all it is. I'm sorry! we can drop this if you want. I mean, I have to use the bathroom anyways." He points his thumb towards the open bathroom.