Chapter 53

I watched as he let go of my hands and stood to pace a moment, gathering his thoughts.

This was all well and good, but he walked away from me 3 months ago. He’s had 3 months to come back, 3 months to come into my life and say all this. I knew he was trying but I just couldn’t understand why it took so long for him to come to this.

“When I got home, I threw myself into work. My dad gave me your letter, and I spent hours every night staring at it on my kitchen counter, but I could never bring myself to open it.”

“You never read my letter?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. The envelope was still sealed. My heart thumped in my chest and the hairs on my arms stood on end. I had poured my heart into that letter, and it was in his hand still sealed.

“I have carried this around with me every day since I got it. I have never had the courage to open it for fear of what was in here. The more time that went on, the more I realised how much I had messed up. The more then, fear built inside about opening the letter.”

“Logan,” I sighed.

I rubbed my forehead. If he had read the letter, would he have come back to me quicker or would he have stayed away longer?

“I am still petrified to open this and read what is inside.”

“I wish you had opened this 3 months ago.” I snapped.

I collected it from his hand and hung my head looking at the envelope. I felt hurt, sad, and angry. The anger seemed to win out. I was right back there standing in his apartment knowing he was not coming back, feeling like I was not good enough for him. I ripped the envelope in half and then in half again. I watched as he scrambled to stop me, as I let the pieces go and watched them fall to the floor.

“Why did you do that?” He snapped.

“Because the contents of that letter no longer matter. I was not enough for you to stay; I was not enough for you to come back. I was not good enough to warrant your time so why should this time be any different?”

My blood was boiling but I couldn’t work out why him not reading my letter was making me so mad. I stormed out of the penthouse. The elevator doors closed before he could stop them. I watched as he scooped up the letter pieces before rushing to me.

"Leah!" I heard as the doors clicked closed.

I heard a bang on the doors, which I assume was Logan.

The doors opened and I found myself running through the hotel lobby and out onto the street. This time I was the one that was running away to protect myself. The anger fuelled my adrenaline, which fuelled my legs and kept me running until I could run no further.