Forget-Me-Not

29

Five weeks and counting.

That’s how long the news about my death have been a trending topic on every social media platform and that is also how long Timothy has been avoiding me. I would always try to wait for him when he comes home from work and wake up early to see him before he heads to work, but he is adamant on ignoring me.

 I don’t know what to do to make him talk to me. How can explain my side to him if we keep on dancing away from each other?

“Miss Chase?”

I snap back and turn my attention towards the speaker. “I’m sorry,” I said, clearing my throat. “Please send me the copy of your final budget within the week and that is all.”

As I said that, they all stood up from their seat while I stay on mine. I rub my forehead when my vision starts to spin. These past few nights, I barely slept at all. I got so used to having Timothy beside me every night and it doesn’t feel right sleeping without him beside me.

“You okay, Olly?”

I look up to see Adrian peering down at me. I stay quiet and close my eyes. I’ve been in a really bad mood these past few days because of my lack of sleep, but most of all, it was because of Timothy. I miss him.

“Timothy still haven’t talked to you?”

I shook my head. “No. I doubt he will, after all he cancelled our engagement,” My voice broke.

I’m so tried of crying but every time I look at my bare finger, I can’t help but cry. Adrian told me that Timothy wanted to break our engagement, but I can’t stop. I’ve already started.

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“With him ignoring me,” I snapped. “He most definitely talked to me.”

Adrian sigh and decided to leave me alone in the room. Without everyone in the room, the silence is starting to be deafening. I’ll try talking to him later this evening. Not try, force. Our talk has long been overdue.

I decided to leave the room when I could no longer bear the silence, but I was about to open the door when it was suddenly pushed and hit me square on the face. I fell on the ground and held my bruised forehead which worsen my headache.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yelled and stop when I saw Timothy kneeling in front of me.

This is what I get for not having enough rest, I’m seeing things but the fingers on my forehead are warm as he brushes on the bruise which got hit by the door handle. He’s here. He’s real.

“Timothy…” I trail off when I saw his face.

He has bags under his eyes and his lips are pressed in a line while assessing my injury. His eyes are no longer cold but on the shade of green that I love. His brows are scrunched up and my fingers reached up to rub those away but stop when I realized what I was doing.

I don’t want to get my hopes up that he is here to talk to me or that he forgives me, but I miss him. 

“You need to ice this so that it won’t swell that much.”

I pull away when I got my bearings, shock evident on my face. This is the most that he has talked to me.  In the weeks that he has been ignoring me, he haven’t once said anything. “I…uh… I’ll call Kevin to bring me some ice.”

“Kevin?”

“My secretary.”

He nods and stood up. I move to stand myself when he reached out a hand towards me. The gesture can mean a lot of things but as off the moment I want to keep my hopes up that he is reaching out to me, to help me.