Walking down my hallway, my shoulders slag and my chest feels heavy. Stomach piercing it's angered pain into my navel, I set my bag on my bed.
I had reclaimed my bedroom before Mina left.
Residing in my living room was quickly becoming tiresome. No privacy.
Not that I needed it.
"I should probably go."
"Okay."
"Night"
"Night...Night."
"You said that."
It has already been a long day and frankly a disappointing one at that.
I expected more from him.
Hell!
I think he expected more from himself.
But why am I not surprised.
The man who comes up with ridiculous, fast thought out plans- came up with diddly squat.
I'm not saying I'm angry at the fact that for the last two years of this charade- doing things for him, saving his arse, his little romantic quips that he just THROWS OUT THERE AND NEVER ACTS UPON THEM-HAS FINALLY BOILED DOWN TO A BIG WASTE OF MY BLOODY TIME!
Huhhhh....
I'm sorry.
Truly.
You have to understand that I have put up with so much from this man.
His defiance alone is enough to drive a woman mad.
And it had!
But that damn wedding band of his.
Grrrrruh!
The thing that ticked me off the most- do you want to know what that was?
The thing that ticked me off the most about tonight is that, I could have just came home and relaxed and not even gone out of my way to see that bloody bastard. I'm tired! My stomach aches horribly- and yet I chose to go see him. I chose to search him out at the damn hospital at 10:00 at night because after all his adorable and sweet voicemails- which who leaves voicemails instead of a text these days? I thought seeing him would give me what I was waiting for this whole time.
Romantic Acknowledgment.
Instead. Hmmph...
Instead, he told me he was freaking out over losing his wedding band. A wedding band he should have taken off at least a few months ago when he came to the realization of his feelings for me.
I get it.
I do.
When you lose someone you love- you don't want to let them go. You cling to something of meaning and remembrance. I did the same with my engagement ring from Mo. It took me a good year to let him go.
So I've been patient with Max.
As patient as anyone can with a man like him.
However- when I found out he was with that woman last year- I nearly lost it.
I mean come on!!
Had I not been there for him?
Had I not consoled him and looked after him from his cancer to his wife's death?!
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Finally
FanfictionWith the closing of the door, a new one is now open. After three years, Dr. Helen Sharpe finally gets to know just how Dr. Max Goodwin actually feels about her. When their not so perfect night turns 360*, both are left question what happens next...