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looked away and faced the window trying to distract myself . H ordes of people walking about drunk and boisterous clearly enjoying their night —and yet I was blindly seeing nothing. How I wish my mom and dad were alive. They would guide me and give me good advice—then maybe I wouldn’t be such a broken person and I didn’t have to go through the living nightmare in hell with the Browns. If I grew up with my parents, I’d be a different person. But alas, luck wasn’t on my side. I am what I am—no point in wishing and dwelling otherwise. I want what Toby and Luce have. But for me to be able to achieve that , I have to break down all the barriers I have erected around me. That’s a tough predicament to embark upon. And I’m not ready to be barefaced and open.
The cab stopped outside our flat building and Toby paid the driver. We all departed the cab and went inside. Once inside the confines of the apartment, Luce made her way to the kitchen to cook pasta . The smell of warm vanilla and honey permeated the air. I felt calm and relaxed for the very first time in the last few weeks.
I was about to place my purse down on the counter when I heard my phone vibrate. Fishing it out of my purse, I scanned the screen. I had thirty-two missed calls from Kyle. Ten voicemails and a dozen tex t messages, guilt ate at me. I had seriously forgotten about him. I didn’t ev en say goodbye because we were a riot the moment we heard Chad woke up.
My , I’m so terrible. Why doesn’t he give up on me? Because he loves you and vowed to marry you since he was ten years old, that’s why .
I went into the living room, sat on the couch and dialed Kyle . Our flat had an open space floor plan and I could hear Luce chopping her heart away in the kitchen while Toby and Blake sat around the counter drinking wine as they chatted about.
“Hey…sorry I didn’t say goodbye before leaving, but the hospital called and informed me that Chad woke up. We all rushed to get there without much thought.” Hearing his depressing sigh, I waited for him to say something.
“You could have at least texted me on the way—but you didn’t even bother.” H e sounded so sad. And it’s all because of me. Why didn’t I just shoot him a text message? Why didn’t I think of it? I berated myself. Because you simply forgot about him…period.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d worry like this.”
“Just try to remember that the next time you do.”
We chatted for another ten minutes and he asked about Chad. It didn’t feel right to tell him about what Chad revealed to us tonight. So, I left that part out. It wasn’ t my story to tell, it was Chad’s. He made me promise to call him tomorrow and we said our goodnights.
I made my way into the kitchen and the smell of brewing tomato sauce and basil made my stomach growl.
Smiling, I sat on the stool in between Blake and Toby. Blake poured me a glass of red wine and carefully placed it before me. He was still distant but he was reaching out. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I murmured “T hank you . ”
“Can someone please set the table?” Lucy asked while she tasted her pasta sauce. Both of the men offered and set out to their duty.
“What can I do to help? Do you guys want garlic bread?” T hey all said yes in unison. My mood was cheerful and I dashed to get my ph one and placed it on the player for some music. I chose the light jazzy beats of Emilie-Claire Barlow and started with Les Yeux Ouverts her own French rendition of the famed song Dream A Little Dream Of Me .
I n the kitchen, I scoured for a French loaf and cut them up. Taking out a baking tray, I placed all the slice s of bread accordingly. I slathered it with butter with a dash of garlic and onion powder and finished it with a hint of dried parsley. I placed the tray in the oven and timed it for
The cab stopped outside our flat building and Toby paid the driver. We all departed the cab and went inside. Once inside the confines of the apartment, Luce made her way to the kitchen to cook pasta . The smell of warm vanilla and honey permeated the air. I felt calm and relaxed for the very first time in the last few weeks.
I was about to place my purse down on the counter when I heard my phone vibrate. Fishing it out of my purse, I scanned the screen. I had thirty-two missed calls from Kyle. Ten voicemails and a dozen tex t messages, guilt ate at me. I had seriously forgotten about him. I didn’t ev en say goodbye because we were a riot the moment we heard Chad woke up.
My , I’m so terrible. Why doesn’t he give up on me? Because he loves you and vowed to marry you since he was ten years old, that’s why .
I went into the living room, sat on the couch and dialed Kyle . Our flat had an open space floor plan and I could hear Luce chopping her heart away in the kitchen while Toby and Blake sat around the counter drinking wine as they chatted about.
“Hey…sorry I didn’t say goodbye before leaving, but the hospital called and informed me that Chad woke up. We all rushed to get there without much thought.” Hearing his depressing sigh, I waited for him to say something.
“You could have at least texted me on the way—but you didn’t even bother.” H e sounded so sad. And it’s all because of me. Why didn’t I just shoot him a text message? Why didn’t I think of it? I berated myself. Because you simply forgot about him…period.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d worry like this.”
“Just try to remember that the next time you do.”
We chatted for another ten minutes and he asked about Chad. It didn’t feel right to tell him about what Chad revealed to us tonight. So, I left that part out. It wasn’ t my story to tell, it was Chad’s. He made me promise to call him tomorrow and we said our goodnights.
I made my way into the kitchen and the smell of brewing tomato sauce and basil made my stomach growl.
Smiling, I sat on the stool in between Blake and Toby. Blake poured me a glass of red wine and carefully placed it before me. He was still distant but he was reaching out. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I murmured “T hank you . ”
“Can someone please set the table?” Lucy asked while she tasted her pasta sauce. Both of the men offered and set out to their duty.
“What can I do to help? Do you guys want garlic bread?” T hey all said yes in unison. My mood was cheerful and I dashed to get my ph one and placed it on the player for some music. I chose the light jazzy beats of Emilie-Claire Barlow and started with Les Yeux Ouverts her own French rendition of the famed song Dream A Little Dream Of Me .
I n the kitchen, I scoured for a French loaf and cut them up. Taking out a baking tray, I placed all the slice s of bread accordingly. I slathered it with butter with a dash of garlic and onion powder and finished it with a hint of dried parsley. I placed the tray in the oven and timed it for
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