Marigold and Daisies (H.S.)

Forty Three

Marigold's POV

"You look like a zombie."

I turned on my heels. Allie stood at the entrance of the studio, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" I sighed, turning back towards my work table. I had a crazy amount of orders to finish and I've been here for 2 hours and haven't gotten a single one done.

My brain is scattered. I can't focus on anything.

As much as I love my best friend, she's been overbearing ever since the break up. I know she's just concerned and is trying her best to be there for me but I just wanted to be alone. I've done my best to avoid any human interaction besides Daisy.

I know Allie's right. I probably do look like a zombie. My hair had been left unbrushed for the past two days, my face was bare without any makeup, and I was still wearing the same old house clothes as I wore when I rolled out of bed this morning. I haven't been taking care of myself at all. I had barely eaten anything in the past week, and as a result, I felt like a complete mess.

"I called off work. My best friend needs me right now." She pulls up a chair beside me, resting her elbows on the table. "Woah." Her eyes widened at the mess before us.

There was no hiding the chaos that had ensued in my workspace, everything was out on the table. It was disorganized. Flowers were scattered haphazardly across the table, with no discernible pattern or arrangement. Glass vases were strewn on the work area, there were at least two bundles of every flower I had placed randomly, pieces of papers with orders were slapped on top of the vases.

"Mari-"

"I know. Please don't say it. I know I'm a mess." I groaned. I dropped the papers in my hand onto the table, rubbing my face in frustration.

"It's okay to be a mess, Marigold. It's only been a week since the break up. You're allowed to be a mess, just don't be a mess alone. You've barely talked to me about everything. I know you're hurting.. it might help to talk about it." She offered.

I stared down at the mess in front of me. Everything is a mess. Not just my work, my life is a mess.

There was a stinging in my eyes and before I could help myself, I started to cry. I dropped into the stool beside me, covering my face as I bawled into my hands. Allie's arms wrapped around my shoulders as she pulled me into her chest.

I hadn't let myself cry since the night Harry left. I wanted to be strong. I needed to be strong.

"I've got you." Allie whispered into my ear as she rocked me, trying to soothe me. "I'm sorry."

I let myself cry in her arms.

"I'm such an idiot, Allie." I hiccuped in her arms through my cries. "I was overreacting and now he's gone. We're done. I feel like I just got him back and now he's gone." I cried.

Allied grabbed my shoulders and pulled me off of her, holding me in front of her. Her hands moved to my face, pushing my tangled hair out of the way and holding my cheeks in her hands.

"You were not overreacting." She said, "You are allowed to have feelings. You're allowed to be upset by how he was treating you guys. You're allowed to be upset that he'd made promises he couldn't keep. You are allowed to be upset. I'm not saying that you don't have any faults but you are not in the wrong for having these feelings and expressing them to Harry." Allie shook her head.

"I just.." I sighed. "This all came out of nowhere." I frowned.

We had broken up over one argument. It was a bad one, there seemed to be a lot of things piled up that was hidden from the light. Harry was apparently oblivious to the distance he pushed between us. I've thought a lot about it this past week. We both have issues.