Fifty Shades of Way

***Ivy’s POV***

“Hello?” I muttered through the phone

“Uh hey, Ivy. Look, I’m so sorry to be calling you after all of this, but uh, you left your IPod here. I just wanted to let you know just in case you were looking for it. If you want, you can come by and get it whenever you have time.” He spoke in a low tone. It felt as if my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. How stupid of me to think that he’d be calling just to tell me he loves me, and he wants me back. I should have known better.

“Oh, um, no i-it’s fine. Keep it. I-I don’t use it that much anyway.” I lied. Who am I kidding? I use that damn thing every day.

“Are you sure? I mean, I hope you don’t mind, but I was scrolling through it, and you have some really great music on here.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Look, I gotta go. Bye.” Without letting him get a word in, I hung up. I stared at my phone for a while before plopping myself onto my bed and letting myself gaze around the room. It’s so dull and boring here. I’m too afraid to walk around this sketchy town alone, but I don’t wanna just sit here all day. I bit my lip in thought. That’s when I remembered Tristan. He seemed nice, and could probably help me get over Gerard for a while. I got off the flattened bed, and made my way to his room, 217.

***Gerard’s POV***

“Ivy, wait. I-“ I started to hear a beeping noise, and realized she already hung up. I sighed to myself and sat on the couch with her IPod in my hands. I pressed the home button of the IPod, and stared at her lock screen. It was a picture of her and I at the park on her birthday. I slid my finger across the screen to unlock it, and started scrolling through her album of pictures she had named ‘Givy’. I laughed at the name and pressed on the album which contained hundreds of pictures of the two of us. I chuckled at the thirty-six pictures she had taken of me while I was sleeping. I kept scrolling, finding tons of pictures of us on our dates, kissing, cuddling. The more
I scrolled the more I missed her.

I started to feel a sharp pain in my chest. Was my heart actually breaking? The more I thought
about her, the more I wanted to call her up and apologize for everything. But I can’t. I can’t risk getting fired. I need this job, I need the money. But I need Ivy more than anything. My mind keeps telling me to leave her behind, but my heart’s telling me to chase after her. I set her IPod down, and got off the couch, heading towards the kitchen. I started to brew myself a cup of coffee, which will hopefully put my inner conflict at ease.

***One Week Later****

I woke up on the couch where I have been sleeping every night for the past week. I tried to sit up, but my back hurt from the uncomfortable position I had slept in. I sighed to myself and stared at the ceiling. I can’t go on like this. I haven’t gone into work all week, and I’ve barley slept. I’ve tried to go out, just to get out of the house, but nothing feels right if I’m not with Ivy. It’s like this breakup is eating me away and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. None of this misery would have happened if it weren’t for my job. She and I could be happy now, living a life together.

I looked over to the coffee table and saw my phone. I grabbed it, and dialed the school’s number. Time to quit.

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