Chapter 11 - Charles Cross

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The door opened and I watched as she brought my afternoon snack: coffee and donuts. She wouldn't look at me. She would steal a couple of glances but she wouldn't look at me. Her demeanor tells me she's really apologetic about what she did. She's not even chattering. She's not her usual self. She hasn't annoyed me during the weekend and today. I watched as she slowly put the cup and plate on the corner of my table. She bit her lower lip but she still hasn't said anything. I would never have thought that there will come a day that she'll be meek and timid, unless she's sick. The office was significantly quieter and the atmosphere more subdued.

I sighed after she closed the door. I pursed my lips as I stare at the donuts, sure that she purchased them on her own. She loves them. Desserts. I cleared my throat.

I got so mad when I learned she set me up on a date, with someone else. It made me realize that she doesn't really see me that way. A man she could date. A man she could love. I closed my eyes to calm the rush of emotions. I've never wanted something so much. Someone. So much. I buried my face in my hands. What is this situation? I've known she isn't interested in me. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out when she practically made me an unwilling confidant. She dumps me with an overload of information about the guys she's interested in, when she's going on a date, and what happened during those dates. I've always found my fists clenched whenever she mentions sharing a kiss with someone else. I've accepted my fate. She would be the death of me.

At least, this time, she would probably not do it again.

I was upset with her and it took nearly a couple of weeks before I started talking to her again. Two weeks of peace. Afterwards, she's back to being annoying. Her teasing considerably became more bearable. I'm not sure what caused it, but I think it's a combination of remorse and the fact that we've been busy.

I still have to control my emotions whenever she talks about the men she likes.

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