Broken Rings

Chapter 22

Autumn POV:

The Infamous amount of old collected wine bottles stacked on a high shelf in Mel's bathroom is not enough to cheer me up—Not this time.

Even though I know how she got every single last bottle displayed. From the really expensive ones that she managed to sneak out of the club to the cheap ones she took from the college parties.

As my full tear eyes blinded me from looking any further, I tucked my head back into my arms as I tried to soften the noises of my crying, not wanting Mel to be worried about me.

After Damian just left, I didn't know what to do, whether to go after him or yell at Evan, asking him if he was lying or not.

I didn't know what I wanted.

I definitely knew that going back to my apartment, where I would be lonely in my thoughts—would not be a good idea.

So instead, I quickly took my things and went straight to Mel's apartment.

When I got to her place, I didn't even think that she was going to be home or not.

But thank god she was.

Without question, she had let me in. That was how comfortable we were with each other, I could break into her place and she wouldn't even get mad.

When I walked through her place and headed straight for the bathroom, she didn't ask any questions nor did she follow me.

That was probably thirty minutes ago.

Now as I sat on Mel's bathroom floor, I heard a soft knock on the door as the door opened and Mel pokes her head in.

Looking down at me, she notices my tear stained cheeks.

"Come on Autumn, let's talk about it" She softly says.

"What if I don't want to?" I challenged her.

All Mel has to do is give me one look and soon after that, I hop up off the floor and follow her into the living room.

Mel's living room is similar to mine, it is decorated in the most cozy way and it has her own unique style to it—

For example, she crotchets a lot and because of that, there is yarn everywhere, even places where you least expect them.

I have been in this apartment more than a dozen times, and it never fails to amaze me how creative she can be, especially with fashion.

As I waited for Mel to return from the kitchen as she stated that she needed to grab something. I try to come up with an explanation in my mind of how I wanted to explain what had happened earlier.

Given that Damian might not want anyone to know what is going on.

God, even thinking about his name makes me sink deeper into the couch—out of sadness.

Mel returns with a red wine bottle and two glasses and I already know what she is going to try to make me do.

"Nope, no, no and no" I immediately said, shaking my head.

"Come on Autumn, we're adults, and considering that you were in that bathroom for more than ten minutes crying, I think you need a drink more than I do"

I didn't retaliate, but I didn't say yes either.

But she still poured me a glass.

As I drank the wine, I sigh, "Me and Damian had a fight and I think he wants nothing to do with me now"

When I finished that sentence, the thought dawned on me, what if he really doesn't want anything to do with me now?

I shook my head as I went to take another sip of my wine, finding that it was empty—I reached over my pour myself more than what was originally given to me.