Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“No.” Fuck, she is so beautiful. “I don’t like hockey. I’m more a football fan these days.” Her eyes go a shade darker when she lies. And she moves her eyes from side to side.
“You are lying.” I point at her.
“I’m not lying,” she huffs.
I fold my own arms over my chest. “Then you definitely should come so you can see why you miss it.” I step even closer to her.
“I don’t miss it,” she insists so fast that she doesn’t have a chance to hide the lie.
“You know I can tell when you are lying.” I laugh.
“You don’t know me, Matthew,” she declares and I close the distance between us, standing toe to toe with her.
“Oh, I know you, baby,” I say softly, right before I step away from her. “See you tonight,” I tell her once I get to the door, “and wear my shirt.”
I open the door to step out. “When pigs fly,” is the last thing I hear before the door closes behind me.
sofia
He steps out, and the door shuts right when I say, “When pigs fly.” I stare at the door for a couple of seconds before the anger surges through me. I walk over and open the door right as he opens his car door. “You can’t just keep doing this, Matthew.”
He looks up at me, the smirk on his face going straight to a smile, making me want to kick him right in the shins with pointy-ass shoes on. “What can’t I be doing, Sofia?”
“Well, for one, you can’t just keep showing up here where I work,” I start there, “and two, you have to stop this whole thing.”
“I’m just coming to visit a friend and see if she wants to come and watch a hockey game.” He folds his arms over his chest and I wish he hadn’t because his arms just seem bigger.
“I’m not your friend, Matthew,” I inform him. “You asked me to talk and we did, but it’s time for us to both move on.” I stare at him, hoping to see something in his eyes to tell me he’s heard what I’ve said, but his eyes just twinkle. “I’m not doing this with you. I’m not playing this game.” Instead of giving him any chance to answer, I grab the door handle, stepping in.
“Nothing with us is a game,” he calls out right before the door shuts, giving him the last word. I think about going back out there and telling him to fuck off.
“Motherfucker!” I shout, and now I hear the sound of heels clicking on their way to me. They come out of the hallway one at a time. All of them looking around.
“What’s going on?” Shelby asks like she has no idea, when in reality she probably knows the whole story.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and walk back into my office. I know I said nothing, but I also know they are not just going to let me go like that. I walk into my office, seeing the vase of tulips that was delivered along with the white box in the chair. I didn’t even get a chance to open the box, all I did was open the card that was in the flowers. I honestly thought they were from my dad, so I opened the envelope all happy until I read the fucking note.
Sofia,
Hope you can make it.
Your friend,
Matthew
To say I was shocked was an understatement, when he left my house last night, I felt like we broke up yet again. I picked up the bag of food before I walked into the kitchen. I put it directly in the fridge before turning off all the lights and walking upstairs. I was numb, to say the very least, as the conversation we had played over and over in my head. It was a conversation that was two years in the making. It was a conversation I had played in my head over and over for two years. I told him how much of an asshole he was and how he broke my heart. What I wasn’t ready for was his side of the story. For the past two years, I thought it didn’t bother him. I thought he wasn’t as affected as I was, but the way he said, “There are a few things I’ve done in my life I regret, and that night is number one on that list. I lost the best thing that had ever happened to me. I lost the woman who I loved more than life itself. I lost half of my soul that night.” I thought my legs would have given out right then and there.
Everyone said there was no closure. Well, we have closure now. The door is slammed shut and locked. The book is now closed, and we can both move on. Except something says this is far from over.