Liam went straight to his flat- not the one he shared with Jo. Dick was actually there and startled when he stormed into the flat, right into his room and shut the door behind him. He fell on the bed and looked out of the window, his heart still racing from the running. And it hurt. His heart actually hurt. It was a feeling he had never felt before, not like that. After his mum died it hurt as well, but it was different…This time it felt like he got stabbed by the person he loved more than anything else. It did not only feel like he got stabbed, he really did get stabbed, right into his heart.
He was right all along. He never wanted to fall in love with a girl because he thought love was a useless emotion. Had he only listened to himself. He never wanted to open his heart for a girl, but he did, and now he got the result. That was precisely the reason why he preferred science to love. Science never hurt him. And it most certainly never broke his heart.
Did this just really happen? Did Jo actually break his heart?
Liam didn’t know how a broken heart felt like, but from the way he felt right now he assumed this feeling could be called a ‘broken heart’. This was by far the crappiest feeling ever. And if he had been smart enough and stuck to science instead of this ridiculous feeling crap he would have been fine now. Had he only…
He admired and envied Dick, he really did. Dick didn’t have to deal with something like a ‘broken heart’ because he was wise enough not to get involved with something as ridiculous as love. He was fine. He had a great life. No girl who stabbed him right into the heart. Yes, Dick was fine. And Liam felt as if his life was over. Before he met Jo he was just like Dick- fine. Everything was okay. He had his gadgets he could build, he had a job he liked, he had his goddess he could admire- but nothing that could really hurt him, not like Jo did. He’s always been right, from the beginning; love was an unnecessary emotion that only wasted his time.
He wondered why Jo constantly told him that she loved him when in fact she never did. She probably kept telling him that she loved him in order to keep him. She was too scared to be alone, so that must have been the reason she was with Liam in the first place…she just didn’t want to be alone. It had absolutely nothing to do with love whatsoever.
The first three days passed and Liam didn’t sleep or eat. He lost track of time, and he gave a damn about it. He was in his room, on his bed, staring out of the window the entire day, letting the days pass without doing anything. On the fifth day he went to the kitchen to get something small to eat although he still wasn’t hungry. Dick showed up behind him, leaned next to the door and crossed his arms.
“I never thought I would say this, but you’re actually more annoying when you’re quiet”, he said. He was used to the youngster’s non-stop talking, and he was the one who had to make him shut up all the time, but now Liam was unusually quiet, and Dick knew that something was up, and it was more than annoying for him to witness Liam’s strange behaviour. “Hey, you lost your speech or what?”
Liam turned around and looked quietly at Dick who raised his eyebrows when he finally saw the young boy’s face.
“You look like crap.”
“Whatever.” Liam hadn’t showered or shaved for five days, and his hair looked like it had never seen a brush. Under his eyes were dark circles. He left the kitchen without taking any further notice of Dick and closed the door behind him. On the sixth day, when Dick was out for a while, he heard the doorbell, but he didn’t answer. If it was Jo he didn’t want to answer it anyway, he didn’t want to see her. He didn’t want her to tell him that she only used him for the past two years so that she didn’t have to be alone. He didn’t want her to tell him that their relationship was nothing but pretense.
The past week he had tried everything not to think of her, but he had a hard time thinking of anything that happened before he met her. It felt like he didn’t even live until he met her. When he tried to sleep he saw her doe eyes, her smile, her freckles, and it hurt only more thinking of the fact that all of it had been nothing but a lie. He would never, never, never let anybody into his heart again. Out of the two people who had the most important place there, one died, and the other one took his whole damn heart, threw it on the floor and stepped on it. Even if he wanted to let people into his heart again, he wouldn’t be able to, because Jo had broken every part of it.
Liam wasn’t sure what day it was, but at one point he got up and opened the box with the pictures of his mum and the last book she gave him before she died,
The Catcher in the Rye, but as soon as he opened the first page of the book he felt worse and put the box back under his bed.
One day later he went through some of his old notebooks in which he had painted various ideas for gadgets, and then one single piece of paper fell on the ground, and when he picked it up and turned around, he saw it was one of the first sketches he had painted of
Jo shortly after they met. He stared at the picture for about fifteen minutes straight while barely blinking, then he threw it in the bin and lay back on his bed. Later that day he tried to get distracted by building a new machine, but all he could come up with was a little robot that said ‘
Ehh, she doesn’t love you!’ if you pressed a little button on the back.
Sometime after a while Dick came into his room without knocking. He seemed a bit disturbed when he saw Liam who looked like a mixture of ghost and homeless guy on the street.
“Your girlfriend is constantly showing up here, she wants to talk to you.”
Liam didn’t answer. He just kept staring out of the window.
“Hey, your girlf-“
“She’s not my bloody girlfriend!”
Dick seemed pissed at Liam’s behaviour, but he wasn’t in the mood to argue with a grumpy youngster, so he left the room again, but came back the next day. He stormed into the room and grabbed Liam’s arm.
“You bloody get out of your room and talk to the girl! She’s not going to leave until you talk to her.”
Liam broke away from his grip and crossed his arms. “I don’t care.”
“Kid, you’re seriously pissing me off! If you two don’t work out your bloody problems-“
“There is nothing to work out”, he interrupted Dick coldly. He never talked so disrespectful to Dick since he respected him more than anyone else, but this time he didn’t even notice the way he talked. “Just leave me alone.”
“The girl is still outside.”
“And that’s where she can stay. I don’t give a shit if she stays there for the rest of her life, I don’t want to see her, got it?” Liam was very close to pushing Dick out of his room, but he knew that he had no chance against him because the older man was twice as strong. Instead he waited until Dick finally left the room, then he locked the door behind him and lay down on his bed, watching the clouds moving.