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something, Sam. You can’t just stand here and wait.”
I look at her over my shoulder, not knowing how to respond.
“He’s begging for your forgiveness, Sam. You can’t just let this pass. If he’s not the one for you, I’m going to swallow my own fucking cell phone,” she says chuckling. “That’s how sure I am that you two belong together. All that fighting only means you care about each other. This is the proof.” She points at the newspaper, which still shakes in my hands.
“Go!” she yells. “Fucking go after him, you idiot!” She pushes me forward across the pavement. “Go get your fucking man back.”
I drop the newspaper as I walk away from her house. “I can’t …”
“What ‘you can’t’? Do you want me to come with you and hold your hand? Because I swear to God, I will. He’s worth it, and I will not let anything ruin this moment,” she says.
“No, I just … I have to get away from here. Right now. Alone,” I mutter.
My mind is going crazy, thoughts about how he fired me spinning through my head, his letter … I have to escape it all. Too many emotions punching into my gut. I need some of my favorite coffee because it feels like I have no energy left.
I just walk out of Stephanie’s neighborhood and make my way to the nearest bus stop. I don’t think I even said goodbye. I’m so confused right now; I don’t even know what I’m doing, except running. Running away from whatever it is that I’m feeling. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
I quickly catch a bus and sit down on a seat in the far corner, trying to blend in. I just want to get to the city center where all the people are and where I won’t feel so cramped. Plus, I really need my Starbucks right now. Like, I think I might die if I don’t quick-start my body with some caffeine.
Staring outside, I try not to think about anything at all. Even that is impossible because on all the bus stops we pass there is a digital advertisement … and it’s not showing an ad. Instead, it’s showing Leo’s face with the words ‘I’m sorry, Sam’ written below.
With eyes wide open and my hands in my pockets, I jump out of my seat and walk toward the exit of the bus.
“Excuse me, can you open the door? I really need to get off.”
“Um … sure,” the driver says, and the bus slowly comes to a stop.
“Thank you,” I say when the door opens, and I jump out.
I run far away from the bus stop to the nearest train station, which we luckily just passed. I buy a ticket and get on the train, thinking I’m safe here. Taking a big breath, I sit down on my seat and don’t look out the window at all. Better safe than sorry.
Except, the video on the display that normally shows the times the train arrives at the next station, suddenly shows a clip of Leo King apologizing to me in front of the world.
Shocked, I stare at the display, wanting to scream.
I don’t know what to do.
What to say.
Where to go.
So I opt to leave the train at the next station, which is not too far from the city center.
I walk the rest of the way to the mall. It’s quite cold outside, but the perpetual motion of my body keeps me warm … and all these confessions warm my heart. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but at least I’m not shivering.
When I arrive at the mall, my first instinct is coffee, of course. So naturally, I make my way to Starbucks and order something different than usual. A Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino; another favorite of mine, but only reserved for days I need it the most … like now.
But even here , in my haven, I’m not safe. The moment I take a sip from my cup, the television hanging in the corner changes channels, and on comes a guy standing on a square outside a very familiar mall. The mall I’m standing in right now. And it’s not just some guy … it’s Leo. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. Who in the world does this? How? And why?
Blinking, I stare at the screen.
“This is for Samantha. You
I look at her over my shoulder, not knowing how to respond.
“He’s begging for your forgiveness, Sam. You can’t just let this pass. If he’s not the one for you, I’m going to swallow my own fucking cell phone,” she says chuckling. “That’s how sure I am that you two belong together. All that fighting only means you care about each other. This is the proof.” She points at the newspaper, which still shakes in my hands.
“Go!” she yells. “Fucking go after him, you idiot!” She pushes me forward across the pavement. “Go get your fucking man back.”
I drop the newspaper as I walk away from her house. “I can’t …”
“What ‘you can’t’? Do you want me to come with you and hold your hand? Because I swear to God, I will. He’s worth it, and I will not let anything ruin this moment,” she says.
“No, I just … I have to get away from here. Right now. Alone,” I mutter.
My mind is going crazy, thoughts about how he fired me spinning through my head, his letter … I have to escape it all. Too many emotions punching into my gut. I need some of my favorite coffee because it feels like I have no energy left.
I just walk out of Stephanie’s neighborhood and make my way to the nearest bus stop. I don’t think I even said goodbye. I’m so confused right now; I don’t even know what I’m doing, except running. Running away from whatever it is that I’m feeling. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
I quickly catch a bus and sit down on a seat in the far corner, trying to blend in. I just want to get to the city center where all the people are and where I won’t feel so cramped. Plus, I really need my Starbucks right now. Like, I think I might die if I don’t quick-start my body with some caffeine.
Staring outside, I try not to think about anything at all. Even that is impossible because on all the bus stops we pass there is a digital advertisement … and it’s not showing an ad. Instead, it’s showing Leo’s face with the words ‘I’m sorry, Sam’ written below.
With eyes wide open and my hands in my pockets, I jump out of my seat and walk toward the exit of the bus.
“Excuse me, can you open the door? I really need to get off.”
“Um … sure,” the driver says, and the bus slowly comes to a stop.
“Thank you,” I say when the door opens, and I jump out.
I run far away from the bus stop to the nearest train station, which we luckily just passed. I buy a ticket and get on the train, thinking I’m safe here. Taking a big breath, I sit down on my seat and don’t look out the window at all. Better safe than sorry.
Except, the video on the display that normally shows the times the train arrives at the next station, suddenly shows a clip of Leo King apologizing to me in front of the world.
Shocked, I stare at the display, wanting to scream.
I don’t know what to do.
What to say.
Where to go.
So I opt to leave the train at the next station, which is not too far from the city center.
I walk the rest of the way to the mall. It’s quite cold outside, but the perpetual motion of my body keeps me warm … and all these confessions warm my heart. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but at least I’m not shivering.
When I arrive at the mall, my first instinct is coffee, of course. So naturally, I make my way to Starbucks and order something different than usual. A Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino; another favorite of mine, but only reserved for days I need it the most … like now.
But even here , in my haven, I’m not safe. The moment I take a sip from my cup, the television hanging in the corner changes channels, and on comes a guy standing on a square outside a very familiar mall. The mall I’m standing in right now. And it’s not just some guy … it’s Leo. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. Who in the world does this? How? And why?
Blinking, I stare at the screen.
“This is for Samantha. You
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