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BrainyGirl
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- Joined
- Feb 8, 2013
It was a bad break up.
And no, it was not "mutual" no matter what Matt said on the matter.
Life now mostly consisted of work, college, and sleep with a potential meal in between if she could remember it. Kylie was a strong woman, and for better or for worse she often found herself able to hold a rather convincing facade of calm despite whatever the hell she was currently going through. Granted, it was true that Matt more or less ripped her heart out--him breaking up with her was one thing but finding out he had been cheating on her for the last year made the wound deeper than she had ever experienced before. It didn't help that she was the outsider either.
Originally moving to Austin just to go to school, she quickly fell in love with the culture of the hip progressive city and hot weather even if she was somewhat nervous being around so many people. However Matt had been one of the first people to talk to her, his cocky self confidence surprising her befuddled drunk brain at a club during her first week being in Texas. Meeting his friends and joining his circle just seemed to be a natural transition, even if she was always "Matt's Kylie" or "Matt's girlfriend". For a while she thought it was endearing until she realized that outside of Matt, and a few acquaintances she never really had the opportunity to get to know anyone else too deeply.
But it had been three months now, and it was pointless to try to cry over something as silly as that. She would probably move back to Oregon after graduation anyway--a place where she knew she had friends. As she blended a customer's coffer she caught her reflection in the shiny metal of the fridge. Short spiky brown hair--slightly more messy than usual from the humidity reacting to her gel. made her appearance look slightly more ragged that she would have liked. Her blue eyes were a bit dull, and her makeup didn't completely cover the dark circles under her eyes, and even her coppery tan didn't help make her look healthier with the noticeable amount of weight she lost. Perhaps it was her frame though. Standing only 5'6" and having always being on the slim side made any kind of weight loss more noticeable than she would have liked.
Sighing she finished the drink she had made and presented it to the gracious woman with dreads waiting on the other side of the counter before moving to her normal perch on the back counter, leaning slightly on her arms facing the register. It was always quite after 10pm here. The twenty-four hour cafe was a little slice of her world. A quiet place to be sad without facing anyone she knew. Night shifts were also a new thing, they kept her from clubbing with her "friends" and Matt--who for the life of him couldn't understand why she didn't want to be around him, or his new girlfriend Gina. Or maybe he was vying for a threesome. He was always a pig like that. She closed her eyes for a moment listening to the light ambient music of the cafe waiting for her next customer.
And no, it was not "mutual" no matter what Matt said on the matter.
Life now mostly consisted of work, college, and sleep with a potential meal in between if she could remember it. Kylie was a strong woman, and for better or for worse she often found herself able to hold a rather convincing facade of calm despite whatever the hell she was currently going through. Granted, it was true that Matt more or less ripped her heart out--him breaking up with her was one thing but finding out he had been cheating on her for the last year made the wound deeper than she had ever experienced before. It didn't help that she was the outsider either.
Originally moving to Austin just to go to school, she quickly fell in love with the culture of the hip progressive city and hot weather even if she was somewhat nervous being around so many people. However Matt had been one of the first people to talk to her, his cocky self confidence surprising her befuddled drunk brain at a club during her first week being in Texas. Meeting his friends and joining his circle just seemed to be a natural transition, even if she was always "Matt's Kylie" or "Matt's girlfriend". For a while she thought it was endearing until she realized that outside of Matt, and a few acquaintances she never really had the opportunity to get to know anyone else too deeply.
But it had been three months now, and it was pointless to try to cry over something as silly as that. She would probably move back to Oregon after graduation anyway--a place where she knew she had friends. As she blended a customer's coffer she caught her reflection in the shiny metal of the fridge. Short spiky brown hair--slightly more messy than usual from the humidity reacting to her gel. made her appearance look slightly more ragged that she would have liked. Her blue eyes were a bit dull, and her makeup didn't completely cover the dark circles under her eyes, and even her coppery tan didn't help make her look healthier with the noticeable amount of weight she lost. Perhaps it was her frame though. Standing only 5'6" and having always being on the slim side made any kind of weight loss more noticeable than she would have liked.
Sighing she finished the drink she had made and presented it to the gracious woman with dreads waiting on the other side of the counter before moving to her normal perch on the back counter, leaning slightly on her arms facing the register. It was always quite after 10pm here. The twenty-four hour cafe was a little slice of her world. A quiet place to be sad without facing anyone she knew. Night shifts were also a new thing, they kept her from clubbing with her "friends" and Matt--who for the life of him couldn't understand why she didn't want to be around him, or his new girlfriend Gina. Or maybe he was vying for a threesome. He was always a pig like that. She closed her eyes for a moment listening to the light ambient music of the cafe waiting for her next customer.