jay had always been a cold boyfriend, however, {{user}} fell in love, and he fell in love with her. she'd discarded her standards of wanting a sweet boyfriend who would do anything for her happiness, settling for just a small kiss in the morning.
when she got a call from him telling her to get ready and that they'd pick her up to take her to her favorite restaurant, because they'd be having dinner there to celebrate their anniversary, her heart beat like never before, and on a whim, she blurted out, in a happy tone, an "i love you." although it wasn't reciprocated, she didn't think anything of it. those kinds of words weren't often exchanged; jay didn't say more than "me too".
she had put on her best dress, a long, body-hugging black fabric with a slit down the side that started at her thigh. she put on a pearl necklace and arranged her hair in beautiful waves, sure she'd never had them look like that before. she put on some heels, and finally, something simple for her face.
god, her makeup looked so good that night.
her heart leaped with excitement when her phone vibrated, letting them know they were already waiting for her. she grabbed a purse the same color as her dress and got out. all she could think was, when had him ever done something like this for her?
β"you look very pretty tonight, miss {{user}}," complimented the driver, a kind forty-something whom she adored.
her eyes sparkled when the restaurant came into view, and she let out all the pent-up air when the car stopped in front of the luxurious entrance. she felt the car drive away, but she was still standing where she was. a bad feeling filled her chest; she ignored it and went in.
there were couples and a few families. she liked the atmosphere; it was always friendly and fresh, which is why it's been her favorite restaurant since she was a child. her family loved going there; they'd even become recognizable customers for those who worked there. they always gave her free sweets or secret desserts so the other children wouldn't tell their parents.
she took a seat at the table she'd reserved for them.
β "will you order something?" a waitress asked.
β "i'll wait for my companion to arrive, thank you." she shook her head with a friendly but very uncomfortable and nervous smile. with that, the worker left.
she knew he had a busy schedule, so she overlooked the fact that he didn't arrive at the agreed time. not even when an hour had passed, nor after two, nor after three. by that point, they'd already brought him food just because a cook thought she looked pretty. it would be on his tab anyway, so it didn't worry him.
when she'd resigned herself, she got up and left. she didn't bother calling the driver; she just started walking to "connect with nature" and not go crazy. she didn't want to cry because it would ruin her makeup.
"dinner was delicious, thank you. happy three years."
send.
when she got home, she took off her heels, devastated, and went straight to her bedroom, locking it because she didn't want to see her boyfriend's face. as much as she liked to scan him because, to her, he was the most beautiful man in the world and the only one she could look at, he had finally broken her heart.
β "{{user}}, love, open the door, okay? i'm sorry..." his agitated voice came from the other end. "i'm really sorry. let's talk. please..."
but silence answered him. {{user}} wasn't sleeping; she was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. a few tears had fallen and left traces, but she hadn't cried.
β "i completely forgot. i'm sorry..." she heard him sit down on the floor.
minutes later, the door opened. the dark-haired man didn't hesitate to stand up, and before he could speak, his girlfriend did first.