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It was their 3 month anniversary, and they were at Hannah’s favorite local Toronto restaurant. He made a corny joke doing one of his silly voices, she laughed, and stared into his ocean blue eyes. She sighed happily. Life couldn’t get any better than it was right now.
He took a bite of his burger. “I think we should go back to being friends!”
The bartender blinked. There’s no fucking way he just said that.
“Um, what was that babe?” she asked. “I didn’t hear you clearly!”
Please say it was her mishearing, please say it was her mishearing…
“Oh sorry, mouthful of some grub!” The Olympic swimmer laughed. “I was saying I think we should go back to being friends!”
What. The. FUCK.
A wave of emotions came crashing down upon her. Her heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces, her eyes started to sting, her face began to burn. This couldn’t be happening. She stared at him. He was smiling. He was fucking smiling at her, that carefree fucking grin on his face as he talked.
“I like you but I don’t think it’s in a romantic sense ya know? I wouldn’t mind being buddies though, like I said!”
She started to cry, and he touched her hand.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” she exclaimed, she shrugged his hand off of hers.
He held them up defensively. His mouth was moving, but the words weren’t registering; the ringing in her ears was all she could hear. The tan colored woman just grabbed her bag and left.
She tried calling Amelie, but there was no reply. The same held true for Diego. Curse their busy schedules. She dialed the next number. He picked up damn near instantly.
“Yello, the Benjinator’s talking! What’s the dealio Hannah!”
Her heart ached even more. Of course he’d be the one to pick up.
“Hannah? Are you there?”
“I am, s-sorry. Um, you stay in Toronto r-right? Since you moved out?”
She heard the former law student wince. She grimaced; she didn’t mean to remind him of that.
“Yeah? How come?”
“I need…” she swallowed. “I need someplace to stay right now. Do you have any r-room?”
“Of course! I’ll send you my address! But um, are you okay? You’re crying, did something happen? I can come pick you up if you need.”
Her heart ached; he really was sweet. “Logan b-broke up with me.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”
She hung up, a fresh set of tears streaming down her face as she opened Uber.
The ride there took an eternity, but here she was. Blue Creek Apartments. Room 226… She thought of Logan, she felt anger course through her veins.
Room 227… She thought of the tiebreaker challenge, their first date, the first kiss, rage mixed with sadness.
Room 228. This was it. She knocked.
He opened the door. There he was. Benjamin “Benji” Hattori. He was wearing a green shirt with three triangles on it that she swore was some video game related thing, some sweatpants, and a pair of slides. This fucking dork. Her heart panged.
She hugged him, and began to sob immediately.
“It’s okay, let it out, alright? I got you.”
She squeezed him tightly, the tears steadily pouring out as the tan colored woman choked out sob after sob. He rubbed her back softly. They stood like this for several minutes, her tears finally subsided.
The comic enthusiast looked at her, eyes full of worry. “What do you need right now Hannah?”
Such a loaded question, with so many answers. Her heart wanted Logan back, it also wanted him to hurt just as much as she was right now. She wanted answers. Was it something she did? Was she just not worthy of love?? She wiped her eyes, feeling tears well up again. Her brain told her another thing though; her body cried of exhaustion. It was a pretty long night after all.
She finally spoke. “I t-think, I think I wanna sleep.”
He smiled at her. “Of course! You can sleep in my bed!” His face blanched, a blush quickly creeping onto his features. “N-not together I mean! I’ll t-take the couch!”
She laughed at him, punching his shoulder playfully. He rubbed the spot, smiling warmly at her.
“I can take the couch, I’m the one intruding on you so it’s only fair.”
“I promise you it’s not a big deal! I’m not a picky sleeper at all!”
She stared into his eyes, comfort washing over her frayed nerves. “Fine, you win!” she giggled softly, hugging him softly. “Thanks, Benji.”
He hugged her back. “Of course, anything for my best friend!”
Fuck me, Hannah thought, as tears began to fall again.