𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲

shattered glass

My heart drops to the floor. The coffee I'm holding is starting to feel a whole lot heavier. I debate traveling back upstairs and calling in sick for work. Sucking in an anguished breath, I unlock the door. Why couldn't he have just forgotten about me?

I've never been so afraid to walk outside of my own house in my life. That's kind of ironic because I'm usually dying to get out. But thinking about what's entailed outside, all I want to do is hide inside of my house forever.

The car is still running when I step outside. I quickly turn back around to lock my door. I have a rough time doing so as I fumble through my small set of keys. Once the house door is locked, I turn back around and take a deep breath.

My legs feel like jelly as my feet step down onto the hard asphalt walkway. When I reach his car I hear a small click. I pull the handle located on the side of the car and open the door.

That's when I see him.

The navy blue suit he's wearing is nicely pressed and his brown hair is in a neat pile on top of his head. His eye bags are much darker now, but he looks more taken care of since the last time I saw him. "Took you long enough." Lukas grumbles when I seat myself in the passenger side of the car.

I close the door. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be waiting for me."

Lukas' mouth twists into a small smirk at my frustration. My eyes trail around the car noticing a few minuscule items. On the floor board, I take note of the large bottle of Hennessy Cognac that hasn't been opened yet.

He's still been drinking. "Something came up that I needed to take care of. I had to come back sooner or later anyway." he mutters.

I nod my head, rearranging my satchel. "Put your seat belt on so I can leave already." I can hear the hostility in his tone. My hands reach up to tug the seat belt over my chest and into the buckle. He's acting so distant now, it's like the incident in the closet never happened. Lukas trains his vision back onto the road, shifts the car into gear, and presses the gas.

The Ferrari takes off with a great smoothness. I guess these types of expensive cars are worth it. I look out the window watching the lines of houses pass by

I remember when I first took Hannah to my neighborhood. It would be an understatement to say that she was surprised to see that my house was the largest in the whole community. She couldn't stop with the "I wish" statements.

I wish my room was this big, I wish my kitchen looked like yours, I wish my parents could've bought a huge house like this.

But of course, she never uttered a word about the heartache I experienced. The materialistic things my parents had blinded her from the truth. I would've traded anything I had in that house just if only I had happiness.

A harsh silence enters the car as we make our way onto the main road. Lukas seems unbothered by the quietness, but for me the silence is louder than the screechiest whistle on a freight train. I press my coffee cup to my mouth and take a small sip. I swear I can hear the drink slip down my throat.

I start to feel queasy. One thing I absolutely hate is silence. It's about time for me to do something about it.

"I was wrong about what I did the other day." I say, spitting out the words that I was dying to say the minute I saw him. "You were right. I didn't know anything about your situation, or why you took your break in the first place. I just want to say I'm truly sorry for guilting you about taking some time off."

Lukas' mouth pulls into a slight smirk at my apology and I feel like taking back everything that I said. "I don't have too much pride to admit when I'm wrong and I don't have too much pride to say sorry." I continue. I take another sip of my coffee and turn towards him so he knows I mean this last part. "With that being said, I'm truly sorry for your loss. I can tell your grandmother was a great woman."