Desires of her heart

He shall never know I love him; and that not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am.

- Emily Brontè.

Chapter one

Ivy's POV

It's over Ivy, I can't do this anymore'.

I remember how my eyes drooped as I stared at the text message from Micheal on my phone, Micheal's abrupt message pierced me like a shrad of grass, leaving me feeling broken and shattered. How I rushed to see him for an explanation, and how his words cut me through like a knife.

"You're not the girl I thought you were, Ivy. You are boring, unimaginative, and suffocating. I need someone who's more than a pretty face, you're not enough, you will never be enough."

He told me that it had been fun but he's done, that some other girl had caught his fancy. And when I tearfully told him I loved him, all he could say was "thanks, but I think it's high time we moved on."

My dreams in the following weeks were filled of him, I woke up every morning hating him for treating me the way he did, and myself for giving him that much power over me.

"Ivy! Someone's at the door." My mother called from the kitchen, I groaned, turning in my bed. "Oh God."

Of course I knew who it was, it's my best friend, Tracy, we had planned to go to Starbucks and have our favorite vanilla flavoured ice cream and chocolate cookies, well she planned.

I knew it was part of her plan to get me leave the comfort of my room for a second and go into the world again.

Sluggishly, I stood up from my bed and walked towards the door, my arms hung limp at my side, weighing a thousand pounds each, as if the mere thought of leaving my room was too exhausting to consider.

As I opened the door, the sweet aroma of freshly baked pancakes wafted from the kitchen, making my stomach growl with hunger.

My eyes grazing blankly at the floor as I muttered a half-hearted 'I will get it Mom' in response.

When I opened the door, Tracy's bright smile and alluring blue eyes greeted me, her voice booming through the hallway,

"Hey, girl! she exclaimed, her opened arms inviting me for a hug.

I smiled lazily as I mutter a warm 'hey' in response to Tracy's cheerful greeting, I relax into the warmth of her embrace, feeling the softness of her orange cotton sweater and the gentle pressure of her hands on my back.

But she didn't allow it linger much longer as she drew me back, holding me in place with her hands, her eyes studies me.

"Don't tell me you aren't dressed yet".

"What do you mean? I'm not naked, am I?" I replied playfully, shifting my body to allow her come in.

"Oh, you know what I mean," She rolls her eyes. "We planned to go out today, don't tell me you forgot, cause I know you didn't". She said coming into the house.

"Hmm, what's that coming from the kitchen? My God! what's your mom making?" Tracy asks sniffing her way towards the kitchen.

"She's making pancakes." I replied, following her into the kitchen, but stops in my tracks. My mom was humming a familiar song that I grew up hearing and loving. It was hers and my late father's favorite song, 'We've got tonight; by Kenny Roger.

"Hi ! Ma'am" Tracy greets, smiling her way into the kitchen.

"Hey! Tracy darling, how are you doing?"

My mother had always liked my friendship with Tracy.

In highschool when Tracy's mom divorced her father, leaving her behind. Mom would always pack extra lunch, so I could share with Tracy, and often, Tracy would stay with us for days refusing to go home. My mom have always been more welcoming towards her than to my other friends.

"I'm doing just fine ma'am."