I don't think I'd ever stumbled out of a room so fast or ungracefully.
The next thing I heard was some stumbles from in my room, I had slammed the door on my way out, out of pure embarrassment and shock.
I felt my chest ache, but for the reason I was unsure.
They both told me they weren't dating? Or were they lying?
Shit I probably looked stupid as shit, flirting with them.
I groaned and cringed inside; I think a piece of me died.
That's when the door opened, from my room, an awkward Bob and rather apologetic Phoenix came out.
I didn't look to face them, instead pretending like I was busy cleaning some of the dishes that had piled up, some being 2 plates and a few glasses.
I didn't say anything, not sure what to think, much less say.
There was an awkward shuffle of feet behind me, before the sound of a door opening sounded, before the soft shut of the door.
I then looked to the door, confirming they were gone, before releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I stopped cleaning the dishes, setting down the last glass onto the small drying rack, my mind oddly empty.
I then took the time to go into my room, stripping the sheets, throwing them into a linen bin, before pulling out my backup set of sheets.
Once the bed was made, I laid down on it, my body aching from the nonstop movement.
That was when I really digested what I saw.
Phoenix and Bob were kissing, both melting into the kiss before I barged in.
I groaned quietly at the thought, my heart aching in my chest, once more, before shutting my eyes to try and properly think about it.
They had told me they weren't dating, but...now that I think about it, how they act is far from just good friends.
I couldn't help but fight the urge to facepalm, how hadn't I noticed it sooner?
I turned onto my side, maybe it was supposed to be secret? Maybe they lied to keep it secret, that sounds plausible.
Yeah, that must be it, they were trying to keep it a secret.
They didn't lead me on, on purpose. Maybe they were dropping obvious hints, and I was too dense to notice it?
That's when I felt my phone buzz.
I groaned as I went to grab it, the brightness of the screen making me squint in discomfort.
Bob: Thank you for taking care of us last night...
I cringed inside, I could tell he was just trying to be polite.
Circe: It was nothing, don't think too much into it. Just get some rest.
I knew I was being dry, but, at this point, I didn't know what to think.
Bob: I'm...sorry you had to see that; it wasn't what it looked like.
I sighed heavily, my thumbs shaking as I held my phone above my face, laying on my back. I wanted to ask what it was then, but I didn't have the heart, it's really none of my business.
I set my phone down on my bed, a lump slightly forming in my throat, me not even caring that my read receipt showed I read his message.
I don't recognize this feeling, it feels like...
Oh.
Oh.
I'm going to cry.
Before I could stop it, I felt a familiar sting in my eyes.
I shouldn't be crying over this; it isn't that big of a deal. They're dating, they're good for each other.
I felt something warm run down my cheek, me biting my lip, to try and stop this feeling coming in my throat.
It felt dull at first, though as I tried to fend off more tears from falling did the pain intensify.
It felt so...sharp? I couldn't describe it, though, before I could keep trying to stop it, more tears started to fall.
I curled into a ball on myself, turning onto my side, more tears falling down my face. The least I could do was stop any pathetic cries and sobs to come out of my mouth.
This is pathetic as it is, sobbing on my bed, and for what? Over what? Over two people who I never had a chance with.
I felt the pain worsen at the thought, me trying to ignore how cringe this probably looked.
I sniffled, my nose getting clogged, more tears falling as I blinked harshly.
I shouldn't be crying; I have no right. It's not like they hid it from me, either way, it's their love life, I don't have a right to know.
I let out a shaky sigh, wiping my face, turning to my other side to ignore the wet stain of tears on the pillowcase.
Wave after wave, I felt more and more pain, sadness, maybe anger? in it.
No, stop crying, this is no reason to cry, you're being dramatic.
I couldn't stop it, I don't know why, but I couldn't.
I could only curl into a ball, pulling the sheets over me.
Just my luck.
