Morning everyone. I hope you week is going well. The Monday Holiday weeks always fly by fast, don’t they? After all here we ae already mid week with another prompt. So let’s jump into it. Timers set for fifteen minutes and off we go.
While I can argue that the sentence does rather suggest dire news like a break up I have been writing a lot of break ups for prompts lately, sorry about that. While I do like the starting a story from something ending angle, I am also working on a story where I need to write a break uo scene and I have been putting it off. I know the characters need to end the relationship but nothing sounds quite right so I think I keep reworking it in my head and it keeps coming out in my prompts. I am going to work on figuring that out this week so hopefully the break up themed prompts will end.
Wednesday, May 27th: We should talk.
“We should talk,” he said. Her stomach flipped.
‘Is there ever a good time to hear that?’ she thought. Not that it was unexpected. She had been dreading this conversation ever since things changed. Deep down she knew. She made her peace with it, for the most part. His need to talk didn’t sting and after the stomach flip she felt something inside settle. This was the moment. This would be the end.
“Sure,” she said. She kept her tone light and pleasant.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at the floor. “The thing is,” he said. “With all these changes and things.” He took a deep breath, unwilling to actually say what changed. “Well I think you need time to process and you know, come to terms with things. And my parents,” he said. He seemed to falter.
“Don’t want you dating someone who is no longer going to inherit a powerful company and a lot of money,” she finished for him when he didn’t seem to want to go on.
“No,” he said. “That’s not it,” he said. He looked up but his gaze centered somewhere over her left shoulder. “We, everyone, I. that is think you need to take some time and figure things out. You know, get used to all the changed.”
Aria nodded. She didn’t want to drag this out. “So, we are officially though,” she told him. “Now you and Hope don’t have to sneak around behind my back,” she said.
He looked at her. His gaze snapping to her face now that the embarrassing part of telling her he was dumping her because she wasn’t rich anymore was done.
“You knew about that?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “You just dumped me before I could dump you.” She shrugged. “But now it’s over. We’re through and it doesn’t really matter.” She turned and walked away. Technically she only learned that morning that he had been sneaking around for the past few months but she didn’t think he needed to know that. She also didn’t think he needed to know that her finances hadn’t really changed, despite what the current reports said.
Her grandfather was doing some tests. She knew it had something to do with corporate espionage and she was told that all of them needed to play along with the scrip he had written for the next six months. He told her to think of it as a test to see who her real friends were. She knew that he didn’t like any of her friends od her boyfriend so she rolled her eyes thinking very little would change. In the last two weeks nearly all her friends blocked her and now, this. The first week hurt. Now, even though she felt the stomach flip of dread when someone wanted to talk to her, the pain was beginning to fade. She felt empty, wishing she could feel anger, but mostly feeling nothing. She was certain something would come in time but right now nothing would. She did know that she needed to do something during the six months, because when things went back to normal, she wasn’t stepping back into this role.
Ten til Midnight 