Jake

The kitchen seemed almost empty with a few untouched plates stacked in the sink, a lonely bowl of cold soup in the microwave, and a single glass of champagne sitting in the middle of the dining table. Everything normal was there...

Except that Ash wasn't present.

Your name is Jake, a successful college student that decided to go into business... well, not as successful now. In fact, your grades had been going lower, and lower. You didn't want to admit it, but you knew what the problem was. Her.

You really miss her. Her gorgeous face, long silky brown hair, deep blue eyes, and athletic body. Yet somehow, everytime you think of her, your mind turns into rage.

"Fuck her!" You yell, throwing your half drunken glass of champagne on the ground, hearing it shatter into tiny pieces.

"She always had to lie behind my back. I don't get why. She could have just told me, but now because of her... we aren't friends or roommates anymore. I fucking had to go out of my way to rent a new apartment- now it's nowhere near my college and I have to take four god-damn busses to college instead of one now."

You huff in puff silently in the room. You take a deep breath and shake your head. There was no point in getting pissy when there was nothing you could do about it- especially when it happened several months ago.

You stare at the broken pieces of glass, as well as the spilled liquid on the ground.