Chapter 8: Love Sucks

On top of the worldAri was having the best summer of his life. He felt as though he was living in a fantasy, spending nearly every moment of his time with Isabelle. Of course, he still had to go to work at the supermarket, but whenever he was free, he was at Isabelle’s house – often in bed with her. Her family barely seemed to notice that Ari was practically living with them. In fact, the Shores family’s mansion was so big, he hardly ever saw them.

Truth be told, there was not much between Ari and Isabelle besides the sex. The sex was great – really fun, but at times, Ari felt a bit lonely, as though there was a great wall dividing him from his girlfriend. Most nights, after sex, he would try to hold her close to him, but she would wriggle away to the other side of the bed. “I can’t sleep when you’re so close,” she would say.

Still, Ari clung to Isabelle, as though she were the parachute keeping him aloft. Until one terrible day in the middle of summer, when Isabelle’s boyfriend returned. Ari hadn’t even known that Isabelle had a boyfriend. Piers Lockwood was an older man – 27 years old, already finished with college, and practicing law in his father’s firm downtown. He and Heather had split up just before her graduation from high school. But now he had returned. Isabelle's boyfriend returnsScreenshot-4266

“He wants to marry me, Ari. Can you believe it?” Isabelle’s eyes shone in a way that they never had when she was together with Ari.

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Ari’s heart is broken

Ari felt himself falling through the sky, plummeting down, down, down toward the rocky earth. “But — I love you,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion. Screenshot-4260

Isabelle’s eyes widened in surprise. “But you knew that this wasn’t serious, right? You and I were just having fun.”

Ari looked away. “Yeah. Fun. I guess so.” He barely breathed as Isabelle gushed on about Piers. Wonderful, perfect, handsome, wealthy Piers. The opposite of Ari.Screenshot-4261

The next few days were the darkest that Ari had ever known. Depression buried him like a thick blanket of mud that oozed inside of him, filling his lungs and crushing his spirit. All he could think about was Isabelle. Her face haunted his dreams, clouded his thoughts, followed him around wherever he went. Screenshot-4271 Screenshot-4273 Screenshot-4279 Screenshot-4286Screenshot-4287He felt as though he were losing his grip on sanity – and perhaps he would have, if not for his new neighbor, Ophelia Gray.  Ophelia Gray

“I saw you outside in the rain, digging through a pile a junk,” she told him after introducing yourself. “You seemed – well you seemed like you could really use a friend right now.” Screenshot-4292 She invited him inside, and Ari, his teeth chattering from the drenching rain and cold despair, followed her.

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One thought on “Chapter 8: Love Sucks

  1. I love that you did not do the obvious thing and have him rebound from Heather straight into Marisol’s arms. Plainly, Ari’s journey has many twists and turns.

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