He's Fire and She's Playing with It - Mafia Version

Chapter 15: Tell Me The Truth

Ally knew what she needed to do. It was her choice to end it. Still, it felt hard getting out of bed the day she had decided to break it off with Leo. She kept telling herself that it was the right call, even though it didn't feel like it.

She had called in advance and told him that she wanted to come over to talk. She couldn't really figure out if he understood what she was going to say. He had sounded very neutral on the phone.

She got out of bed half an hour later than she had planned, slipped into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, and got ready before heading for the door, grabbing her car keys on the way out. She needed to get this out of the way as soon as possible.

Leo opened the door when it rang. Ally was standing outside, dripping wet.

"Is it raining?" he said and stepped out of the way.

She walked past him and tossed her wet hair in his face.

"Ha-ha." The sarcasm practically dripping from her mouth, as well as everything else.

A lightning bolt lit up the dark sky and the thunder quickly followed. He wanted to spank the sarcasm out of her, but he was quite sure that he'd never have the opportunity to do that. The sentence "we need to talk" was rarely followed by something good.

"Take a seat." He gestured toward the sofa.

She shook her head.

"I'm too wet."

Also, you'd rather keep standing so that you can make a quick getaway, he thought.

He had been through this before. More than often, he was the one who wanted to stand. Even though the situation was dire, the mood hanging over them like a thick cloud to match the thunder storm, his fingers itched to comment on the "too wet" reply.

"So", she said. "I think we need to stop seeing each other."

He had expected it, still it hurt more than he had anticipated.

"Okay." He didn't know what else to say.

The silence built a wall between them which she slammed to pieces, along with his heart, when she said:

"This conversation seems to be over so I'm just going to..."

She turned toward the door when he interrupted her:

"I have to ask you something."

She looked surprised which he felt was a valid reaction because he was actually astounded with himself. She shrugged.

"Anything", she said and pulled her sleeves down over her hands.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Are you cold?"

She gave him a tired look, as if she was done with his ineptitude.

"I'm wet."

He had to agree with her. It was a question with a rather obvious answer.

"Wait here."

He went into the bedroom and grabbed a hoodie. He threw it to her and she caught it with a puzzled look on her face.

"Change."

She opened her mouth to protest but he held up a finger.

"No arguing." He took a deep breath. "Don't worry, you don't have to come back here and I won't pick it up at yours. Just give it to me at work."

It wasn't going to be fun seeing her at work. Hear her laugh with other people and wondering if she was seeing someone new. He hadn't even properly had her and still he'd lost her, without even catching her first.