Same Thing, Different Places By D.I. Jolly
“I am a unique and special flower!”
Frank looked at his girlfriend and wondered who had gotten that line stuck in her head. It wasn’t the first time he’d had it screamed at him, but after everything they’d been through he felt that it should be the last.
“Who the fuck cares.”
His words hit her like a slap in the face and seemed to knock the wind out of her, and seeing it he almost felt bad for her, but then didn’t.
“Everyone is a unique and special flower, but what does that even mean? What difference does that make?”
For a moment he thought about saying more but realised there was more impact in letting her face the questions alone, and so he waited, watching her open and close her mouth a few times trying to remember how to speak.
“You’re my boyfriend you’re supposed to support me!”
Another excuse she used to get herself out of trouble, and wherein the past it had worked, now it just deepened his disappointment.
“Support you how? Just let you carry on this way, let you do exactly as you please with zero regards for the people around you and then stamp your feet whining about how important your feelings are vs. the feelings of everyone else who you’ve just stepped on?”
The words were coming hard and fast to his mind and as she opened her mouth to protest he snapped ‘shut up!’ at her.
“You don’t get to talk now. Every one of those people tonight have someone who told them they’re unique and special in some way, and if that’s what’s really so fucking important, then why don’t they matter to you? You’re not special, you’re just a selfish brat who knows better but hides behind the excuses we tell children to make them feel better … God! I think that’s the part that I really hate the most, you know better, you’re smarter than this you just like to hide, because you actually like being like this. It doesn’t matter who you’re with, what you do, you love being a spoilt brat! And I Hate it!”
The room fell into a loud silence as he turned to pace around, consciously breathing to calm himself down.
“You… You hate me?”
Her voice was low and small and he couldn’t help but feel it was another act, another thing to hide behind and a calming realisation spread over him like a wave of goosebumps.
“Honestly? No, I don’t feel anything for you anymore. I couldn’t care less about you. I’m actually incredibly disappointed in myself that I hang on this long. I thought I was smarter than that. And you know what, maybe I’ve just been giving you too much credit as my own excuse to hide behind. You’re not better than this. You’re a unique and special flower, just like everybody else.”
His face carried a look of such profound disappointment that she once again found herself lost for words because she believed him. Every part of her believed that he suddenly and seemingly without warning no longer had any feelings for her and nothing she could do or say was ever going to change that, so no words came to mind. After a few long silent moments as they let the fight settle around them, he nodded to himself picked up his jacket and left, wondering if he would even remember her name.