RUBBY

I sat gently on the couch, tracing invisible patterns on the couch, while replaying the events of the past few weeks. I had been fooled, but that wasn't the problem. The main problem was that I had been fooled twice; now, the thought of Alex seemed to be plastered all over my head.

No matter how much I painted it, I felt he didn't do nothing wrong; I was just so unlucky with love.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear my mom's footsteps until she sat close to me.

"Hey, ...