Is It Over Now? - Taylor S.

It was never actually over, you both said it over and over again, but it never actually was. It wasn’t over when her new girl lay down on her couch, and it wasn’t over when yours opened your blouse. It was like an addiction for both of you, helpless to the deep craving.

Well, you both said it once more, and you needed to get your mind off it, so you did what you always did and went to a club. Not even to get with someone, just to have some fun with your friends, but it didn’t turn out like that.

As the club lights flashed around you, you spotted her. Her practically eating up a girl. It was a sight you had seen before, but never with a girl that actually looked that much like you. God, she was your actual clone. Weirdly, that hurt like nothing else, like red blood on white snow. You couldn’t take it, so you stormed off, rushing back home to cry your eyes out over her for the millionth time.

It wasn’t like you were any better, but at least you kept your nights out of sight and didn’t go to the club where you both first met, to pull your girls.

About 30 minutes after you came home, someone knocked on your door. God, you knew her by the way she knocked alone. You didn’t care a single bit, so you just opened the door with your tear-streaked face, while wearing her hoodie. “You’re a goddamn lying traitor,” you whispered out with your broken voice.

“You said that we’re over, darling,” she said with her raspy one, and as she did, the smell of alcohol hit your face. God, you knew it all too well. “Then why are you here?” “Because we’re just getting started,” she spoke out her favorite words at you, ones you knew even better than the smell.

“Go,” you said, though you both knew exactly that you didn’t want that at all. “Let’s just fast-forward the 300 awkward blind dates and let me come in directly, to make it okay again,” she retorted, the blunt truth hitting your vulnerable form that she had started to love way too much.