"Yeah, it hurts and stuff but I personally wouldn't even associate myself with them anymore. I can't speak for you though since 3 years sound pretty serious but I would still start trying to distance myself." He shrugged, "Im not saying don't talk to him anymore, but at least while you're in this phase of trying to get over it or figure out what to do about yourself, then at don't try talking to him. Don't open any photos or past messages because then you'll start missing him and it starts a circle of toxic relationships."
She looks back at the photo of them. "Halloween, 2 years ago. Our favorite contest. We went as the husband and wife from The Adams Family." She held up the photo, opened the window, and chucked it out. "I still have the dress to. God so many gifts, and I love you letters, and long paragraphs. I tried my best for him ya know?" She turned around and finally took you in fully. "Come in, sit. Sorry for the mess. I'll try cleaning it up…eventually. Anyways. I stopped drinking and partying. I started eating healthier, getting better at my studies, putting away money instead of spending it on the fly for a future together. We even had promise rings." She ripped off a ring. It had a pink gem on it, sitting atop a brass band, and chucked that out the window as well.
"Wow, I don't really know and probably will never know how you're feeling right now but it shows that you're on the first step to moving on." He added, moving into the living space and sitting on a chair. "Do you think you'll keep doing those good habits that he helped you with or do you think you'll fall back into old habits?"
"Oh most likely fall back into them. Why do I have a reason to live? And don't give me that 'every human is special,live on' bull crap. You don't know my life or what I've seen. I know my life is special. Or it was. I had something going for me for once." She said with a sigh. "My music career was beginning to pick up. But I know myself. Without the shove, there is no me going in the right direction. Get my stubbornness from my mom." She said with a nod, and went to her room, and grabbed drawings, t-shirts, letters, stuffed animals, and a few other pictures. "Time to have a bonfire." She said, a crazy look in her eye.
(bout to go to bed sorry)
"I won't tell you that everyone is special since that's not true but at least there's something to live for. Your music career is starting off already, and won't be able to ever become a success if you don't keep on living. You don't need a shove to go in the right direction, you just need to convince yourself that it's worth it because if you don't yourself, no one else will."
She eyeballed you. "What's the point stranger? Nobody would give a damn anyways. Hell even you barely know me."
(you're fine)
"I guess part of that is true, but I'm just a spectator trying to at least help you make some kind of decision," Xander said, rubbing his neck. "What's your name anyways?"
"Evelyn. Yours?" She asks quietly, curling up on the couch. "Thanks by the way…you've helped quiet a bit."
"Alexander, but I go by Xander." He answered, leaning back onto the nearest doorframe. "It's no problem, I kind of needed a distraction from my busy and hectic day."
"Hm, only to walk in on more hell?" She asked, eyeing the pile of Presents sitting on the small kitchen table.
"Eh, I've dealt with worse." He looked towards her line of sight, seeing the presents on the table. "Who are those for?"
"Me. I told you, I was going to have a bonfire tonight. All these years together…he loved getting me stuff.Stuffed animals, flowers, posters…I'm keeping the really cool stuff that I know I could never get again but most of it? Worthless broken memories that will probably kill me."
