“Do you want to tell me why you left me in the middle of the night and didn’t bother to say a word?” He asks me as soon as we get in the car, and he turns it on.
I turn my head towards the window and glare out it without saying a thing. The whole time, all I can think of is the fact that he wants me to do things that I refuse to. Knowing this, I must leave before I cave in.
Shaking my head, I finally blurt out after a very long few minutes of silence, “Sebastian, I love you and that should be more than enough of an answer.
Feeling his fingers on my shoulder, I turn my head to gaze into his eyes quickly before he returns his attention to the road. But what I see there confuses me even more. Does he care about me?
“Kaitlyn, I need you. There is just something about you.” He lowers his eyes before becoming quiet for a few seconds. Continuing, he whispers, “When you were gone,
I flat out refuse to come out of my room for the rest of the night, because I figure if he doesn’t want to bother with me, why should I bother with him. Not to mention, he dares to say that I need to think about things. He is the one who must decide whether he really wants me or not. If he does, he can’t expect me to share him, because it goes against everything that I believe in.When I start to work myself up, I murmur under my breath so softly that I don’t think anyone else can hear me say, “If all he was going to do is play with me, why would he even bother?” And then I hear him behind me too late, when a tear escapes from the corner of my eye.Feeling his fingers dig into my shoulder, I wait for him to turn me around, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in close and kisses the back of my neck. The warmth of his breath feels good on my skin as I close my eyes and instinctively sink into him.
As he fakes a smile, he sighs and then replies, “I guess then I should get you that plane ticket.” Before he turns and leaves the room.Shocked that it played out this way, I am both heartbroken and relieved. Because I know now that this would have all turned out very badly in the end. Things usually do when it comes to the matters of the heart, and it is only one sided. I had hoped though, that he felt at least something for me, but I guess not.I pack the things from last night and make sure everything is ready for when he returns to the room. While I await his return, I decide that I had better grab a bite to eat before I leave. So, I make my way to the kitchen and discover that he is standing there, drinking a cup of coffee while he stares out the window in deep thought.Had he not purchased the plane ticket? I am confused, especially when he had just said he would. Unless it will be hours before th
When two o’clock rolls around, I stand by the front door pacing. How can I do this? If I let her go now, I may never see her again. But if I don’t follow through with my plans, I will never know if she really loves me or not.Shaking my head in frustration, I weigh my options very carefully. Earlier, I had paused for a moment in weakness. Only to have her come in the kitchen and wonder why I still hadn’t purchased the ticket.Honestly, it threw me off and then I found myself asking the very same question. Why hadn’t I? So, then I hurried out and bought it.This whole time, I knew there was something different about her, but is it that she really loves me? Or is it the fact that she has pulled the wool over my eyes so expertly? I admittedly have been playing a game with her, but now I find myself wondering if she is also doing the same with me?I remember the da
It’s been two weeks now since I left Sebastian’s side, and I can honestly say that there hasn’t been a single day that I didn’t stop to think about him. Even my body aches for him, but I know over time it will gradually ease. Perhaps, if I go out tonight with Lisa, I will drown my sorrows in some good old fashion Vodka and maybe take home a man to stop this deep need that I still feel for him.Lisa is a tall, lanky 20-year-old, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She works at the steel mill in the office, where I am currently working. A few days after I returned from abroad, I saw an add up at the supermarket for help wanted.After calling them and leaving a message, I received a prompt call back and then an interview the very next day. Just shortly afterwards, I started and have been there ever since. Lisa and I became fast friends that day and have been inseparable ever since, especially now that I a
“What are you wearing tonight?” Lisa asks while pulling a muted peach top over her head.I turn to her and stare, because I’m standing in the walk-in closet trying to decide exactly that. Shrugging, I say, “I don’t know yet. Nothing seems right and after today’s strange events, I am left feeling out of sorts.”“Oh. Hey, I forgot to ask if he said any more to you.” Her voice trails off after she says it when she notices her necklace sitting on the table and walks over to get it.“When I caught up to him, Mr. Sandhill gave me a lecture and then they both left. Sebastian told him that we were nothing more than friends. I don’t know how to take that. Do you think he was lying so I wouldn’t get fired?” I ask because the curiosity has been killing me for the last few hours.“I don’t know. It could be, but you know him more th
Knowing full well that I won’t get any sleep tonight, I still try. However, after 3 hours of endless tossing and turning, I finally get back up and grab a cup of coffee. Trying not to disturb Lisa in case she is home already, I tip toe to the kitchen and quietly make a pot of coffee.The aroma that wafted through the air stirs my sense of smell and fills me with a hunger for more than a drink or two. So, while I wait for it to brew, I open the fridge to sift through the remnants of old pizza boxes and Chinese takeout. I find a small box of teriyaki chicken and decide to inspect it closer. “Hm. Still smells good.” I mutter under my breath after I raise it to my nose and sniff it.However, when I scoop out a bite and eat it, I grimace before spitting it out into the trash as I quickly rush over to it. “How horrible.” I think to myself because the chicken no longer tasted good. Then, just
“Why were you late Kaitlyn?” Mr. Sandhill asks with a wary look on his face and then looks up from me when Sebastian enters, and the door slams shut behind me.“That’s my fault. Sorry.” He states quickly and then sighs.He walks past me and then Mr. Sandhill turns and rushes to catch up with him. As I watch the two of them walk into Mr. Sandhill’s office, I wonder what they will be talking about today? Does it really matter?Taking in a deep breath, I walk to my desk and then see Lisa staring at me. She whispers, “What was that about? I noticed you didn’t come in right away.”Shaking my head, I remark softly, “He asked me to leave with him for good. I told him no and I don’t think he appreciated it.”Lisa’s eyes upon hearing that, grow wider than saucers and then she jumps out of her seat to stand next to me. “You did
“What are you so happy about?” Lisa stares at me and then laughs while putting away her purse under her desk.“Um. I guess I am going back with him tonight. I need to clear out my stuff before we leave.” I say when I look up at her and then the clock.Realizing that I only have a few hours before we must be at the airport, I quickly throw my things in a grocery bag and then stop for a breath. Walking over to Lisa, I hesitate to hug her, because this whole time I was packing up my stuff, she has been protesting me leaving.“Are you sure you are doing the right thing?” She asks with a wary eye trained on me as I approach her.I start to laugh and then say, “No, I am not sure of anything. But what is the worst that can happen? He is rich and claims that he loves me.”Staring at me with one eyebrow raised in a questioning look, she says, “That is preci