Brock called Veronica for the eighteenth time. If she doesn’t pick up, I swear I’ll kill her. She’s overreacting.
“Brock, stop calling me. I told you, it’s over.”
“No, it’s not. You said that last time, and the time before that. You know you love me V.”
Quietly sobbing, Veronica whispered, “I can’t do it anymore Brock.”
“Come over, and I’ll tell you.”
Smiling with an aura of victory, Brock said in a polite tone, “Right away, princess.”
Smiling sadly, Veronica hung up, and thought of a way to tell him it was really over, a way to avoid the inevitable, a way not to ache with longing for the jerk who had come to be her everything.
Her dad walked in, watched her cry silently, and walked over to the couch. “What is it now, Veronica?”
“You wouldn’t get it dad. Just forget it.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Is it your mother?”
Biting her lip in denial, she said “Yeah”
“I’m sorry V. There’s nothing we can do about it now, except learn from her mistakes.”
Offended, Veronica snapped her head up and said with a fire in her eyes “It’s not a mistake. It was a mental disorder dad.”
“Whatever,” he replied dismissively, “mental disorder is just a cop out for people. She got obsessed with tabloids, paid too much attention to unrealistic models, to beauty that she forgot about everyone else. She died for no reason, Veronica, and I refuse to give her excuses such as ‘mental disorder’ or ‘struggling.’ It is never excusable to leave your family. “
Shaking with anger, Veronica opened her mouth to respond when the door bell cut her off. She jumped up gratefully, and stormed to the door.
“Brock,” she said breathlessly. He looked as handsome as the first time she saw him. He hugged her and whispered into her hair “Please, please, please forgive me. I love you, V. and I promise this is the last time.”
She pulled back from the hug, and gestured to the bench on her porch.
“Oh you know how I love our little talks,” Brock replied, grinning, quoting their song, loving the tension between them, yet hating the distance.
Smiling slightly, she sat down next to him. “Look Brock—“
“I know exactly what you are going to say. ‘I can’t do this anymore, you always hurt me, and I have to cover it up.’ I’m telling you Veronica, I promise I’ll never touch you again.”
“I know you won’t. Because it’s over.”
“Why? Veronica, we are the It couple. No one can touch us. I’m not going to ruin that with just one hit made in anger.”
“One hit? One? This is the 10th time you’ve hit me Brock! Do you really think we can just continue to date? That I’ll keep forgiving, relenting, loving, hurting, all for you? I can’t do it Brock! No one can. I want this to end.”
“No, you don’t! You love me. I know you do. We are best friends, despite our little fights. Please—“
“Off, Brock.” She coldly ripped her hands away and walked to her door.
“You’ll regret this Veronica. You’ll wish you had me back tomorrow.”
She slowly turned around, and lifted her head.
“No, I think the only think I’ll regret is that I stayed with you this long.”