Chapter 59
Scarlett
I’m at the gym, working. At least, I’m trying to work. I’m still thinking about how I may have seen Matt this morning. The back of the head, the shoulders, the confident stride. I bite my lip, staring at an invoice I’m supposed to be preparing when Jason walks in, disrupting my thoughts.
“Hey, babe! Who are these roses from?” Jason asks, going over to said roses.
“Hey!” I smile. “I’m not sure. I was assuming they were for you or one of the girls.”
“These red roses? On your desk?” He raises an eyebrow.
“They wouldn’t be for me.” I shake my head. “I’m not with anyone.”
“You didn’t look at the card?”
“No. I’m not snooping through other people’s things.” I look down at my invoice.
“They say ‘for Scarlett Daniels.’”
My head snaps up. “Shut up!” I scream, and then open the card.
Please let me explain.
Matt
My stomach has dropped to my knees. I can’t believe he’s reaching out. I also can’t believe he thinks sending me a card and roses is going to do anything. He walked out on me. He was angry and immature. I’m not going to just run back to his arms. Besides, he isn’t even here. He’s in Texas.
What’s this guy playing at here?
I tear the card into pieces and throw it in the trash. It’s been three freaking months and he has yet to return my call. Who the hell thinks they can send roses with a cryptic message? What does his message even mean?
“Please let me explain.”
Like I tried to explain we could have stayed together. He needs to sweat this out a little. I spent three freaking months waiting for him. The least he can do is wait too.
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When I arrive to work the next day, there’s another dozen roses waiting for me on my desk. I pick up the card.
We should talk.
Please call me.
Matt
“I already tried to call you!” I tell the roses.
I roll the card up into a ball and throw it out again.
I put the roses at the front away from me.
Coming into work to something from Matt is nice, but it’s bringing up regret and hurt.
He could’ve called and fixed this situation any time in these last months.
I’m angry he could up and leave me without another thought.
I miss and love him still, but it doesn’t change that he abandoned me over something we could’ve fixed together.
I should call him just to tell him to go fly a kite. I think me not calling him is sending more of a message. If he wanted to call me, he should’ve done it awhile ago when we were apart. He needs to suffer, just as much as I have.
If he wants me back, he’ll have to do better than that.