Wednesdays

Wednesday 17th of December

Six days before the end of us

5.00 PM

Curled up in her bed with her fat duvet watching an episode of one of her many series, she thought of next week. Next monday. She never got this excited about anything before and yet every time she merely thought of it she could swear she felt her heart sink. Interrupting her thoughts, the sound of the messenger brought her back to reality. Putting her laptop on her lap, she realized it was Pink. Her heart sank a bit more. After a bit of small talk, he asked what she was doing today. She gave him the whole "I hate wednesdays" talk. She never could answer a question that simple, could she?

Pink asked to pick her up, just take her for a drive around. She would have usually said no, being a Wednesday and all, but something told her to go for it. 

"I'll think about it"

"I'll give you till 7 and I'm coming to get you"

"I'll think about it"

"There's nothing to think about"

"What about monday?"

"It can still go as planned, I'm not going to change anything"

"Alright then."

Seeing as it was only 5, she tried to get back to her show. For some reason, she couldn't get herself to concentrate on what was happening. She kept blanking out. She regretted not sleeping enough the night before. Getting up, she went to sit with her parents. Her mother and father were having tea in front of the TV. Finding a comfortable place next to her father, she sat down and listened to her dad talking on the phone. Something about the family. Her mother was quietly watching her usual show. 

She loved the fact that she didn't have to say anything. She could just sit there quietly and feel the love. Being all cozy and warm, she fell into an uneasy sleep. Her phone lit up and vibrated again and again. She was too tired to notice. It finally fell to the floor and kept vibrating. The noise was enough to wake her. She got up. The lights had been turned off and she was covered with one of her mother's large shawls. As she sat up, she wondered what time it was. Grabbing her phone, she remembered P. Shit! It was 7.30!

Checking her phone, there were 7 missed calls - 5 from P and 2 from her mother. She called her mother who had just wanted to make sure she didn't oversleep. She immediately called P. He told her he didn't leave the house, that he knew she had fallen asleep. 

"I'm sorry. It's still early though.."

"Don't worry about it, I'm on my way."

Getting up to change, she looked at the mirror. Her eyes were pink, her face was a pale yellow, and her hair was nothing short of a mess. I promised. She didn't feel like dressing up. She didn't have to anyway. After all, it was just him. She opened her closet and got out a light pink top with her white jeans. Heels or flats? She picked up her brown suede flats with no hesitance. As she changed, she realized it was freezing! I can't go out like this. Reluctantly, she put on her warm brown cardigan. Quickly putting on some makeup, a dash of pink lipstick and some mascara - she was ready to go. A couple of minutes later, P called. She checked her reflection one more time. Pale face, eyebrows raised, pink lips, no smile and a completely stoic expression. She went down. She was ready.

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10.00 PM

The same day

After coming home.

Nobody was home yet. She quickly made her way to her room. She put her purse on the dresser and quickly glanced at the mirror. Her lips were bare, her face had a natural flush, her nose was red from the cold and there was a smile she just couldn't hide.

She left everything and went to take a hot bath. Half an hour later, she checked her phone 2 missed calls, 1 new message - "Just wanted to make sure you're okay". She smiled. I am now.