ATHENA
[A rose for every day I wronged you. I love you baby, please take me back.]
I stare at the small card with my mouth open.
What time did he arrange this?
I look around, and the floor is covered in red roses. Petals trail from the door to the bed, some scattered in messy little bunches, others lying so perfectly they almost look unreal. The room smells like fresh flowers and heartbreak.
My heart thuds against my chest like it’s trying to claw its way out.
“I think we are in the wrong room.” I place the card back down.
“No we're not. The flowers are for you.” A deep voice speaks behind me.
“You’re insane,” I whisper, not sure if I’m talking to him or myself.
Alex leans against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, watching me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters.
“I am insane.” He says, pushing away from the door frame, “But I’m in love with you.”
I shake my head slowly, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.
“You can’t just buy flowers and expect everything to go away.”
“I don’t expect it to fix anything.” He steps closer,“I just wanted you to know I remember. Every single day, I hurt you. Every time I made you feel like you didn’t matter.”
“And what? You thought a few dozen roses would make it better?” I try to sound annoyed, angry, anything but soft.
“It’s not the roses,” he says gently. “It’s what they stand for. Regret. Memory. Hope.”
I hate how those words make my throat tighten.
I look away, pretending to fix the strap of my bag, pretending I don’t feel tears pressing at the back of my eyes.
“Why now, Alex? Why do all this now?”
“Because I’m done pretending I’m okay without you.” His voice lowers, more raw now. “Because I’ve watched you take care of everyone, even when you’re breaking. And I realized I’ve never really taken care of you. Not the way you deserve.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, hard.
He walks over to the nightstand and picks up another card I hadn’t noticed.
Quietly, he hands it to me.
This one just says:
[Please be mine again.]
I read it twice before setting it down because my fingers are trembling now.
“I should go,” I whisper.
“You're running away?” He whispers.
I turn, my heart pounding so hard I hear my ears ring.
“No. I'm going far away from you! This isn't you, Alex. I bet you're doing this for some hidden agenda. What? Is it the formula you want? I was told billionaires are after it!” I say the only defense I can summon right now.
Alex takes another step closer until he's in my space. I've been to stunned to move, glued to the fucking spot like a damn statue.
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