Out of the Ordinary│lachlan power

Chapter 20 ~ Heartbreak, Love, Memories, and Dreams

Desiree's POV

"Hey, how are you?" the conscious me asked.

"Confused," I mumbled. "Heart torn. Horrible."

"I'm sorry about Mitch, Desiree," she said in an apologetic voice.

"He loves me, and I don't know how to feel about it. What am I supposed to do?" I sighed and propped my head up with my palms.

"Well, you make a decision. You either flatten out the crumpled paper, or get a new sheet," she said smiling.

"What does that mean?" I asked with a confused expression.

"Just think it over, you'll understand soon," she said reassuringly. She closed her eyes then snapped them back open, as if she realized something.

"Ah, I've got something to do. Until next time, dear, goodbye."

The usual disappearance of the white scenery began, and everything turned black.

I opened my eyes to find myself up against the tree in the backyard.

Somehow I couldn't remember why I was here and why I felt depressed and hurt. I didn't remember what I was dreaming about. The backside of my legs had marks from pressing onto the grass for so long.

I saw a slightly wilted flower laying on my lap and everything hit me.

Turning Mitch down. Kissing him. Breaking his heart.

My conscious wanted me to choose between Lachlan and Mitch. But I can't.

My eyes started welling up with tears, and I let them fall down my face. I finally pulled myself and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

I stood up and walked back inside, looking up at the clock.

"2:41," I noted quietly.

I sat on the bar stool and covered my face with my arms, attempting to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I blinked so many times, but eventually I started to quietly sob.

Honestly, everything that's going on is confusing, heartbreaking, and depressing. Things I don't want to deal with and can barely handle.

"Desiree?" I slowly removed my arms from shielding my face and turned around.

Lachlan was standing in the doorway, holding onto the door frame.

"What's wrong?" I turned back around and hid my face again.

"Nothing you would care about," I mumbled.

"I do care, Desiree," he whispered. "And I'm so sorry."

"Then why has it taken you this long to finally apologize to me?" I snapped and lifted my head to glare at him.

"I thought you said you needed time to think about it," he retorted.

"I did! I was also waiting for you to apologize, Lachlan! And I have every right to avoid you," I shot back.

"I know, you do. But I wanted to talk to you and apologize," he said calmly and put his hand on mine.

I felt myself melt at his touch, but I stiffened to cover up my initial reaction.

"I am so sorry for everything. For doing the bet. For being a jerk. For hiding it from you. And I hope that you accept my apology."

"I forgive you," I said softly. "But I-"

"Let's just be friends," he said quickly, cutting me off. I froze.

"Friends?" I asked, trying to hide the hurt in my voice.