You’re Somebody Else – flora cash
I remember the way my mascara stained his jumper when I fell apart in front of him. I was shocked by how dismissive he was of our relationship, seven years ago yesterday, and how I felt he didn’t really want me there.
Unlike in Fallen Through, I felt it was only me trying to fix our relationship and that this was an opportunity for him to have a final free meal and quickie before sending me back to Adelaide permanently.
It was such a stark contrast in comparison to where we were that July. I hardly recognised him and we had nothing that connected us anymore; he was more interested in hanging out with “the boys” and partying instead of having a quiet one in playing video games with me.
I felt foolish coming down; I expected to be introduced as his girlfriend but was let down last minute. God, I loved him so much and seven years on, I am filled with so much hatred and resentment. I deserved better than this and I hope that someone who eventually reads my novel realises that too by connecting with my experience.
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