Ghosting – Young Love

Paul had chosen to ignore her call. Again. He knew how this would make her feel – sad, alone and confused but he accepted his actions, and he hits the red button.

He was both summer and winter. His energy and charisma were bright and alluring. He was hot, fierce and indomitable like a burning sun. Like a moth to a flame, it was never going to end well for her. The epitome of a metrosexual man. Summer gave him a chance to show his bronzed and over toned body. His peroxide bleached highlights took on a more sexual desire and nothing more.

Opposites go hand in hand. Day has night, on and off, from fast to slow and after summer shortly follows winter. His icy behaviour completely freezes her out. How could he indulge her, make her feel like the queen of the world, queen of ‘his’ kingdom.

He hits the red button. Again.

Ruth doesn’t understand, what did she do wrong. They were supposed to be going to an awards ceremony together, this was going to be his big night. His PR firm had called in and loaned her a gorgeous backless bronze silk Prada dress. A dress that strokes and follows the outline of her petite frame. Skimming over all the right bodily parts as it fell to the floor in a flattering bias cut. The event is tomorrow night. She knows what’s happening but is refusing to accept her fate.

He covers the last eight months of their relationship with a blanket of snow, she’s frozen. Hyperventilating or hypothermia it all starts to feel the same. Trapped under an iced lake. She keeps banging, calling, yearning for his attention, a reaction but he doesn’t hear her cries. He just doest care enough.