So there were phone calls and texts and DMs, all basically saying the same thing. That she was done with him.
He couldn’t accept it.
It’s over, Phil.
Jenny
But my lotus!
Phil
Jenny cringed. “Fetish much,” she muttered to herself.
Inheriting Chinese features from her mother, like the same dark hair and striking brown eyes, Jenny found guys seemed to always make it out like that was all she was.
An Asian doll.
Like they expected her to put on a geisha dress and wash their feet or something. Or turn into an anime character.
Not that she could be a bioengineer, who worked her ass off to get her degree and help make the world a better place.
She sighed as she walked into her kitchen to put her glass down.
Boys were dumb.
So dumb.
She ran her fingers over the Witch’s Brew cauldron on her cabinet that she’d made, feeling the texture of the little ornaments she’d put on top to look like bubbles coming out.
Phil had made fun of her.
Said it was a stupid thing to go do, to make stuff that just gathered dust.
That should have been her first sign he was not the man for her. He teased her all the time about how she had to decorate for every season, and what a waste of space it was to store all the decorations.
“He just doesn’t get it,” she said.
While it was now November, and she should have taken down her seasonal stuff for Halloween to get ready for Christmas, she still wanted it up.
The glittery skulls on her wall watched over the living room, and the hands she’d mounted on the other wall worked surprisingly well as hangers for her hats.
Maybe it was her twisted sense of humor, but she loved Halloween.
Her roommate in college swore there was a little gothic or macabre in everyone, and some days, she had to agree with that.
Especially when she’d get giddy for a new skull or really cool looking haunted house.
The apartment wasn’t huge, but she had something in every room.
Though, really, while it was still up, she knew soon she could swap it all out for her Christmas celebration stuff, then get out her pretty red and gold for Chinese New Year.
Still, she didn’t feel motivated to do it.
Maybe it was the breakup.
Maybe it was just not ready for moving toward Christmas. The spirit of the upcoming holiday just did not reach her yet.
Probably because —
