Delirium

STORM

I gasped, as my buttocks landed on the floor out of shock, but more of a slight stepping on the can of drink which had laid idle on the floor.

My telescope also fell, as if mourning my sad state with me. Very faithful, unlike some handsome Greek , or was it an Irish god, that had just managed to hurt me when we hadn't even started anything.

That’s great! It was good that I had found out now though. Yes, it was good that I had found out what a liar he was before having anything to do with him. This way I wouldn’t be tempted in the list to grab and kiss him again if he ever comes close to me. I noted, nodding my head.

Actually, Miranda can have him. I didn’t care about that anymore. I mused, sniffing angrily when I felt a lone tear drop from my cheek.

God, I am so pathetic.

I hadn’t cried over the news of my father’s death immediately, but here I am, whining over someone that wasn’t even my boyfriend yet!

Clucking my tongue decisively, I stood up from the floor, refusing to w