Saura, usually with her arm on her in some kind of way. Katrina got an uneasy feeling. Most of the photos seemed to have one person liking them. She clicked on the name, which took her to the studâs profile.
Katrinaâs blood began to boil. Her photos werenât nearly as innocent as Sauraâs. In photos she saw Saura hugging the stud. The girl had captions on photos calling Saura the bae, or boo. She scrolled through her timeline until one status caught her attention:
Picking bae up from the airport, so happy she is finally here .
Katrina noticed the time stamp. It was the day that Saura left.
Katrinaâs hands were trembling. She wanted to stop herself but she couldnât. She looked at more photos until one slapped her in her face. A photo of Saura kissing the stud, dated just days after she made it to Los Angeles, covered Katrinaâs iPad screen. Katrina dropped the iPad on the bed. Her eyes lost focus, as the images played over and over in her mind. Saura not only left, but had lined up a new chick to take her place. The missing puzzle pieces were suddenly coming in to place. Saura left because she didnât want Katrina to consider coming to L.A.
Everything was red. She wanted to fly to Los Angeles just to slap the shit out of Saura. Suddenly Katrina was questioning everything. How long did she know the girl? Had she been cheating on her the whole time? Katrina jumped up off her bed and ran to the living room. She didnât want anything reminding her of the dirty bitch. She grabbed a Rubbermaid container and began pulling all the photos off the wall and bookshelves. She pulled the comforter set off the bed along with the sheets and curtains that Saura had picked out. Saura had small traces of her Asian heritage throughout the house. Katrina went through grabbing Buddha statues and Asian portraits, throwing them in the box until it was too heavy to hold anymore.
Katrina went to grab her keys to take the trash out when she heard a faint beeping. She walked in her room to see her iPad was making the noise. She pressed the button and noticed that she had missed a call from Willow on Skype and had a voicemail. She pressed the play and Willowâs face appeared on the screen with Piper in the background.
âHey you, I know you are probably out with your friends,â Willow said in her bubbly voice. Piper was waving and making funny faces in the background. âI just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you. Piper says hi. Okay, talk to you later,â Willow blew a kiss before the message closed.
Katrina fell to her bed. The red she was seeing quickly turned back to regular colors. Emotions flooded through her. The pain she never truly allowed herself to feel was trying to break through the wall she had carefully built up. Even with someone as amazing as Willow wanting to be with her, she realized she didnât have time to heal from Saura. She noticed the room she had destroyed in less than five minutes. If Saura had that type of effect on her she knew that she wasnât over her.
Katrina started regretting her decision. Was it right to have Willow in America if she was still in love with another woman? She wanted to call her back and tell her that it wasnât a good idea but something stopped her. If Saura can be with someone else why should she ruin a good thing because of her? Katrina shook her head.
âFuck you, Saura!â Katrina yelled at the top of her lungs. She wasnât going to let her feelings for Saura ruin anything she could have with Willow or anyone else. It was obvious that Saura never deserved her love to begin with.
Katrina took all of Sauraâs leftovers out and threw them away. She grabbed some of her old sheets and put them on the bed. Her first night home and the bed actually felt like it used to, before someone occupied the other half. Katrina knew one thing: the way to get over one is to get under another. Suddenly she
Katrinaâs blood began to boil. Her photos werenât nearly as innocent as Sauraâs. In photos she saw Saura hugging the stud. The girl had captions on photos calling Saura the bae, or boo. She scrolled through her timeline until one status caught her attention:
Picking bae up from the airport, so happy she is finally here .
Katrina noticed the time stamp. It was the day that Saura left.
Katrinaâs hands were trembling. She wanted to stop herself but she couldnât. She looked at more photos until one slapped her in her face. A photo of Saura kissing the stud, dated just days after she made it to Los Angeles, covered Katrinaâs iPad screen. Katrina dropped the iPad on the bed. Her eyes lost focus, as the images played over and over in her mind. Saura not only left, but had lined up a new chick to take her place. The missing puzzle pieces were suddenly coming in to place. Saura left because she didnât want Katrina to consider coming to L.A.
Everything was red. She wanted to fly to Los Angeles just to slap the shit out of Saura. Suddenly Katrina was questioning everything. How long did she know the girl? Had she been cheating on her the whole time? Katrina jumped up off her bed and ran to the living room. She didnât want anything reminding her of the dirty bitch. She grabbed a Rubbermaid container and began pulling all the photos off the wall and bookshelves. She pulled the comforter set off the bed along with the sheets and curtains that Saura had picked out. Saura had small traces of her Asian heritage throughout the house. Katrina went through grabbing Buddha statues and Asian portraits, throwing them in the box until it was too heavy to hold anymore.
Katrina went to grab her keys to take the trash out when she heard a faint beeping. She walked in her room to see her iPad was making the noise. She pressed the button and noticed that she had missed a call from Willow on Skype and had a voicemail. She pressed the play and Willowâs face appeared on the screen with Piper in the background.
âHey you, I know you are probably out with your friends,â Willow said in her bubbly voice. Piper was waving and making funny faces in the background. âI just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you. Piper says hi. Okay, talk to you later,â Willow blew a kiss before the message closed.
Katrina fell to her bed. The red she was seeing quickly turned back to regular colors. Emotions flooded through her. The pain she never truly allowed herself to feel was trying to break through the wall she had carefully built up. Even with someone as amazing as Willow wanting to be with her, she realized she didnât have time to heal from Saura. She noticed the room she had destroyed in less than five minutes. If Saura had that type of effect on her she knew that she wasnât over her.
Katrina started regretting her decision. Was it right to have Willow in America if she was still in love with another woman? She wanted to call her back and tell her that it wasnât a good idea but something stopped her. If Saura can be with someone else why should she ruin a good thing because of her? Katrina shook her head.
âFuck you, Saura!â Katrina yelled at the top of her lungs. She wasnât going to let her feelings for Saura ruin anything she could have with Willow or anyone else. It was obvious that Saura never deserved her love to begin with.
Katrina took all of Sauraâs leftovers out and threw them away. She grabbed some of her old sheets and put them on the bed. Her first night home and the bed actually felt like it used to, before someone occupied the other half. Katrina knew one thing: the way to get over one is to get under another. Suddenly she
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