Everly’s POV

It’s been a few weeks since I had woken up to a different life. A life I hadn’t chosen myself. It started like every other morning, it felt normal, but that was about to change sooner than I thought.

I stretched out in bed, realized my boyfriend, no my fiancé wasn’t in bed with me. I had a long business trip behind me, had arrived just late at night and snuggled up to him in our bed. I was so tired I just stumbled into our apartment and then right to the bedroom to fall asleep.

It felt like a dream, no a nightmare just thinking about it. The hurt still fresh even though weeks were already between it…

But I couldn’t just forget the pain, the lost love, the helplessness I felt. I was in denial for quite a while after that.

When I finally placed my foot on the ground and holstered myself up and out of the bed I didn’t realize anything was wrong. I walked drowsily out of the bedroom to our living room.

We rented a huge apartment, with way too many rooms for just the two of us. But Chris insisted on this apartment, we earned some good money together, but I wouldn’t have taken this apartment if he wouldn’t have been so keen on needing just this one as he said, that’s the one.

I rubbed my eyes when I entered the kitchen and grabbed a cup from the board above, I put on the coffeemaker and yawned. I jumped up on the bar stool and my eyes wandered to the note lying there. I picked it up and read, my heart beating faster.

Chris hated to write notes or even cards, letters or anything, so what was this about?

E, I hope one day you can forgive me but I had to go.
I don’t have a choice, but I promise I love you.
You will move on and find your way.
Keep the ring, it’s yours.
- Chris

I stood in the kitchen, the coffee machine beeping to sign the coffee was done. Blood was rushing in my ears. I was rereading the lines over and over again, this wasn’t true.

This wasn’t real, this must be a joke. A cruel and dumb joke, right? Was he hiding somewhere? Jumping out every second? This couldn’t be real, I couldn’t believe any of the words.

Just before I left for my business trip we had sex, he didn’t even say a word about leaving, we didn’t have a fight, nothing. My mind was blank, my heart hurting, I fell to my knees in our – my kitchen. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to suppress the urge to break down and cry.

When I felt strong enough again, I pushed myself up and walked into the living room, his things, they were all gone. I held the note still in my hands, now crumbled and getting wet from silent tears that fell from my eyes, without me realizing.

I started to open cupboards and drawers, everything- empty, only my stuff was still there. He had raided the whole apartment, packed everything up and moved out, without saying a word to me?
He held me last night, kissed me and then moved out the next morning, breaking up, without another word?!

A picture of us was still standing on the table by the TV, I looked at it, we smiled at the camera another tear slipped from my eyes, the dam was broken now, more and more came flowing eagerly, I still waited for the moment to wake up, but it never came…

The first week I lived in denial, I waited for Chris to come home. I called him, but he never picked up.

I wrote messages, never received an answer, I even emailed him, and I know it sounds stalker like, but I called his work, and it slowly sunk in after that call that he wouldn’t be coming back.
His boss told me, he had his goodbye party a week before he left me with the note. He had planned all this, and left me in the dark. He had a new job, somewhere… I just didn’t know. He had this all sorted out – without me.

Another week later I was furious, I threw some things around and then fell back into break up depression, still not getting what I did wrong?

What happened that would make him leave like that, without a word, without an explanation, because, that was all I wanted. An explanation what the hell he was thinking that he would do something like that to me?!
My friends kept on calling me, but I wouldn’t pick up. I didn’t need to hear any more of it than I already did.

After the first month I realized that it wasn’t only my broken heart I had to live with, but that it was also the financial ruin I was getting closer to.

I couldn’t pay the huge apartment on my own, but even of that Chris had taken care- at least for himself, he had spoken to our rental company and was out of all the contracts, leaving me alone with all the bills, and with just my income, I couldn’t pay them.

Val came over without an announcement and I really didn’t have the energy to fight with her about leaving, so I let her in.
She saw my makeshift bed on the couch and looked at me with pity. And that was exactly the reason I hadn’t wanted to hang around with them.

“You know we are there for you” She said laying her arms around me “If you need anything, just one-” I cut her off, standing up and walking a few steps so I wouldn’t have to lie to her face.

“I’m fine. I will manage… really” I heard her sigh “It’s no shame to ask for-” She started again I heard her footsteps follow me.

She stood before me and I managed a small smile “I know that you and the others are there for me. Really, but I need some time for myself. Just send some greetings to Matt and the rest… I will call when I need anything, okay?” I asked and she looked at me for a moment before she nodded.
“I will, but only if you promise to do it.” She insisted and I nodded this time “I promise” Even though I crossed my fingers behind my back.

Val was Matt’s wife, the rest of our friends were Matt’s band and crew members. I got to know them before they made it all big still and where still the band who lived in a van era.

Chris, my ex-fiancé, had been with them to high school, was hanging out with them daily, they were more brothers than friends and I was quickly included since then. I sometimes wondered if they knew about all this, I could think of one person in particular who was probably involved-

“Okay, do you need anything, should I stay for a little?” Val asked rousing me from my thoughts but I shook my head. “No, I need some time alone, really. But I will stay in touch” I gave her another smile and Val seemed to give up, at least for today. She left and I fell back onto my couch, shutting the whole world out, because I knew, no one and nothing could cheer me up.

Another week later, not counting or anything, I was searching for a second job. I wouldn’t be getting out of the apartment soon, but I was getting more and more bills I couldn’t pay.

The newspaper told me, I could choose between bad and worse and since I was working over the day, only the evening and late shift was possible, leaving me with some different waitress jobs to choose from.

I sighed, wrote down the numbers to call and ask for an interview or trial day, something to get me more money, that I so desperately needed.

“Hey, Everly Louis speaking, I wanted to ask if the job is still available?” I said as soon as someone picked up, but it was quickly declined.

I tried the same three times, and they all already had someone, leaving me a bar in a shitty area last, I thought about calling, but didn’t have much of a choice so here we go.

“Hey, Everly Louis speaking, I wanted to ask if the job is still available?” I asked and heard a gruff voice “You got any experience?” I swallowed, well… hell no.

“I am a quick learner” I said defensively and heard a chuckle “Come by tomorrow, and we see if this works out. You get a uniform here and be ready at 6” With that he hung up and I didn’t know if I would regret the decision, but looking at the bills on my table I realized again, there wouldn’t be any other way.

Notes

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