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“Nothing! Just make sure you wash your ears.” That dialogue alone was enough to make me feel emotionally spent. When I got back to my room, I sat on my bed for what felt like ages, thinking through all of the things that had just happened to me. I tried to imagine everything about Edward from his smile to his witty sense of humor, all the while trying to forget everything about him from his smile to his witty sense of humor. It was all too much for my mind to handle and yet not thinking about it at all seemed like a far worse option.
Eventually, I checked my clock to find that I had completely run out of time to lament about my life choices. Valerie was going to be late for school if I didn’t get her going. So, I stood up and made my way back to my bathroom, where I covered the bags under my eyes with foundation, applied eyeliner then spent the rest of the time desperately wishing there was something I could do about the sadness in my heart.
An hour later, I had dropped Valerie off at school and had the whole day to myself. The old me would have loved that idea. I would have gone to central London, found a nice green area and contemplated my possible future. But that day, I knew exactly what, and who my future consisted of, and that it was quickly slipping away. Somewhere between my croissant and my third Americano, I realized that I couldn’t go on like this. I couldn’t last another day, another moment even, away from Edward. He never gave me a chance to explain because I wouldn’t let him.
So, I stood up and speed walked to the next subway station, my apology, my explanation, my plea playing on loop in the back of my head.
“Hi, I’m here to see Edward?” I had never actually encountered his secretary before, a very sterile-looking woman with eyes like she had a million goals and aspirations.
“Oh, hello, Nisha.” She shot me one of those ‘I’m-not-really-thrilled-to-see-you faces’ then picked up her phone to call me in.
I stood there for one long, excruciating moment longer, while she said, “Nisha is in to see you… No I don’t bloody know what she wants… what ring?...oh that? …Yeah, it’s on her finger…”
I took my hand off of the desk, feeling oddly self-conscious.
“Look, I still have to work on that speech you sent me, and get the memos out for the holiday party. I don’t have time for this. Just come out and see her for yourself.” With that, she hung up the phone and shot me a tight smile.
My lips stretched into some sort of replica of her facial expression as I stepped away from her. Luckily, I only had to wait another short moment before his door clicked open. I watched Edward walk all the way to the front desk, before he even looked at me. His teeth ground together in a movement that looked like he was flexing his jaw. The sleeves of his button down had been rolled up to his elbows and his hair lacked the dress I had become accustomed to.
“I told you to tell everyone that I wasn’t in,” he said to the secretary in a subdued voice.
She shot me a loaded looked before answering him with, “I didn’t think you meant her…”
It was only then that Edward looked up to face me. His eyelids drooped low and his jaw remained clenched. “Come,” he said, before turning around and leading me into his office.
Although I had been in the big room countless times before, entering it at that moment made me feel very much like an outsider. I didn’t wait for an invitation from him, but simply sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. Much to my surprise, instead of taking a seat across from me, he went to stand in front of his window, completely refusing to even look at me.
“Ed?”
“Don’t bother returning the ring. I don’t want it.”
I gulped. “I haven’t come to return anything.”
I watched him nod with his back to me. “So why have you come?”
“I wanted to
“Nothing! Just make sure you wash your ears.” That dialogue alone was enough to make me feel emotionally spent. When I got back to my room, I sat on my bed for what felt like ages, thinking through all of the things that had just happened to me. I tried to imagine everything about Edward from his smile to his witty sense of humor, all the while trying to forget everything about him from his smile to his witty sense of humor. It was all too much for my mind to handle and yet not thinking about it at all seemed like a far worse option.
Eventually, I checked my clock to find that I had completely run out of time to lament about my life choices. Valerie was going to be late for school if I didn’t get her going. So, I stood up and made my way back to my bathroom, where I covered the bags under my eyes with foundation, applied eyeliner then spent the rest of the time desperately wishing there was something I could do about the sadness in my heart.
An hour later, I had dropped Valerie off at school and had the whole day to myself. The old me would have loved that idea. I would have gone to central London, found a nice green area and contemplated my possible future. But that day, I knew exactly what, and who my future consisted of, and that it was quickly slipping away. Somewhere between my croissant and my third Americano, I realized that I couldn’t go on like this. I couldn’t last another day, another moment even, away from Edward. He never gave me a chance to explain because I wouldn’t let him.
So, I stood up and speed walked to the next subway station, my apology, my explanation, my plea playing on loop in the back of my head.
“Hi, I’m here to see Edward?” I had never actually encountered his secretary before, a very sterile-looking woman with eyes like she had a million goals and aspirations.
“Oh, hello, Nisha.” She shot me one of those ‘I’m-not-really-thrilled-to-see-you faces’ then picked up her phone to call me in.
I stood there for one long, excruciating moment longer, while she said, “Nisha is in to see you… No I don’t bloody know what she wants… what ring?...oh that? …Yeah, it’s on her finger…”
I took my hand off of the desk, feeling oddly self-conscious.
“Look, I still have to work on that speech you sent me, and get the memos out for the holiday party. I don’t have time for this. Just come out and see her for yourself.” With that, she hung up the phone and shot me a tight smile.
My lips stretched into some sort of replica of her facial expression as I stepped away from her. Luckily, I only had to wait another short moment before his door clicked open. I watched Edward walk all the way to the front desk, before he even looked at me. His teeth ground together in a movement that looked like he was flexing his jaw. The sleeves of his button down had been rolled up to his elbows and his hair lacked the dress I had become accustomed to.
“I told you to tell everyone that I wasn’t in,” he said to the secretary in a subdued voice.
She shot me a loaded looked before answering him with, “I didn’t think you meant her…”
It was only then that Edward looked up to face me. His eyelids drooped low and his jaw remained clenched. “Come,” he said, before turning around and leading me into his office.
Although I had been in the big room countless times before, entering it at that moment made me feel very much like an outsider. I didn’t wait for an invitation from him, but simply sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. Much to my surprise, instead of taking a seat across from me, he went to stand in front of his window, completely refusing to even look at me.
“Ed?”
“Don’t bother returning the ring. I don’t want it.”
I gulped. “I haven’t come to return anything.”
I watched him nod with his back to me. “So why have you come?”
“I wanted to
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