Frozen Heart

Chapter 58 ~ "I Forgive You"

☆ Warning! Mature scenes ahead! ☆ 

Grace

I wake up in bed alone and I roll over onto my back with a stretch. The curtains were closed but I could tell it was sometime in the early evening. My phone says 6:02 and I groan knowing I took a two hour nap. My heart breaks when I see Nik's text, still unanswered from this afternoon.

*There's lunch inside when you're hungry <3*

I was so tired of being mad, I'd effectively wasted a day of our trip with this stupid argument. I knew the only reason he hadn't come to try and work things out was because I told him to leave me alone. I felt a little guilty about the bath and everything, that was childish.

Maybe I should just get dressed and pray he waited for me to leave for dinner. Then we could have a conversation about it while we ate. I get out from under the covers and I pull out a sundress from my bag, pulling it over my head. It was white and I knew it looked good against my complexion. I wanted to put some effort into how I looked after the mess of a day we'd had.

I'd calmed down and I was ready to talk, I would have preferred him to come to me, but this fight ending was more important to me right now. I turn on one of the lamps and I walk to the mirror on the wall to put myself together. My hair was surprisingly alright, it looked beachy and wavy which I liked. I put on a touch of make-up and I do up my sandals. The last thing I grab is my purse, hoping that if he'd already left, maybe I could catch him at dinner. 

I open the door but I immediately feel my eyes widen. Rose petals were all over the floor, I slowly follow the trail to the main room and I gasp, seeing candles, lanterns, lights all set up and leading to an outdoor candle-lit dinner for two.

My eyes fall on Nik who's standing next to the couch in a dress shirt with this guilty look. It was desperate, like he was scared. My heart just burst at the affectionate gesture.

"H-hi." I mumble, looking at all of the decorations. "I thought you.....would have left for dinner."

"No." He says, shaking his head. "I thought I'd have them bring it here." He whispers and my eyes start to sting. When I wanted him to apologize I just meant a well-rounded apology, this was so much more. "D-do you like it?" He asks quietly and I nod with a smile.

"I do." I breathe and he smiles too.

"Grace, I'm so, so sorry." He tells me quietly and I nod, walking over to him. I gesture to the couch suggesting we sit and he nods, sitting next to me. "I know I hurt your feelings."

"Yeah." I mumble, with a shrug. "Why....why all the push back?" I ask quietly and he sighs.

"Because I know what a big deal people make it, that our school is riddled with drama like some incurable disease and......I never really thought of it in any other way." He explains, shaking his head. "Our relationship isn't for anyone else and it just feels like prom is meant to be some popularity thing. I'd never want to go just so everyone could whisper about each other."

"Why didn't you just tell me that?" I ask quietly and he sighs.

"Because I thought you wouldn't care one way or the other." He explains and I sigh. "But I should have talked to you about it, not just assumed." I nod quietly and I clear my throat, unsure of what to say next. 

"Look if you really hate prom, then okay, let's do something else-"

"No." He says quietly, taking my hand in his and I feel heat shoot up through my arm. We hadn't touched since our fight. "I wasn't considering how you felt at all, I'm so sorry I laughed at you and made it seem like it wasn't important. You're important to me, so I should have taken it more seriously when you said you wanted to go." He explains and I nod.