It Keeps Gettin' Better!

"A bit rash," her parents said.

But she had made up her mind. She was giving him back that beautiful necklace. Not in person though. She was going to leave it at his house. It'd be way too dangerous to give it to him in person for fear that she'd melt over him again. And she wasn't about to sell it on Ebay. He had to know she wanted it no more.

A kind friend, who agreed with this dramatic move, accompanied her. The entire thirty minute drive to his house was filled with heart-breaking conversation and Jason Mraz songs. All the while a voice was in her head.

Please. Don't let him be there. I can't see him now. He can't see me like this. Fuck him. I hate him.

She pulled into the driveway and waited a bit. Both her and her friend agreed it more symbolic to leave it on his bed.

Breaking and entering? Shady. No breaking involved though.

His sliding glass door in the back was locked. The small white door to the garage, however, was not. They climbed through and headed towards the door to the house. Again, unlocked. They entered the empty house and headed towards the boy's room. The beautiful necklace, in its box, was placed upon his pillow and her friend quickly fixed the unmade bed. With a sigh of accomplishment, the two girls left, hopefully, unnoticed.

The ride home was similar to the ride there. More conversations about anger, sadness, and the stupidity of boys. Instead of going home though, they went to a beautiful spot with a beautiful view. That was a nice escape for the both of them. Then the two went on to their separate depressing lives, but with some sense of peace.

I think that's how it went.