𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 | C. Leclerc

4.

"It's beautiful isn't it cerise?"

Charles. He was standing right it front of me. Dressed in a luxury black suit. He looked different then as I last saw him. Of course I'd see him on Tv all the time, but this was different. This was in person. He was different in so many ways. He had grown out some stubble on his face. Looked older of course. He looked more confident. Like I could feel it radiating, his aura.

I stood there staring at him, shock no doubt plastered my face. I didn't move, didn't say anything just continued to stare at the man I used to call my best friend.

He starred at me as well, looking me up and down as I watched a small not so noticeable smile make way onto his face.

"Hello Cherry." I didn't reply right away, still taking his presence in.

"What are you doing here leclerc?" I said quietly not moving a muscle.

"What do you mean cherry? Why wouldn't I be here it's your mother, I mean hell she was like a second one to me. I couldn't have not shown up, it would've been wrong to Nadine and you."

I let out a breathless laugh, his words already getting me agitated. "No no I mean why is it you only show up when something goes wrong? I mean have you not noticed that?"

"I-I I mean yeah I suppose but-

"No buts Leclerc." I said cutting him off. I didn't need to hear what he was going to say, I didn't want to hear it.

"I mean the last time I saw you was what almost three fours years ago? Which I must say I'm still surprised you showed up to my father funeral. You know since you completely ghosted me out of nowhere a year before."

I watched as he looked down to the ground, not even trying to say a word. He knew what he had done. I could see the regret plastered on his face. And It almost made me sorry for him. Keyword Almost.

"When you came to my father's funeral I was ecstatic. I mean a year without contact, I was already a mess. And when I saw you walk through those doors my first thought was maybe he was here to talk, to make things better, put things how they used to be. But no that's not what happened, it's funny really you know. You avoided me the whole funeral and then at the very end came up to me, told me you're sorry and left. Not a single word other then I'm sorry. I mean thank you i suppose, but I was expecting more. Maybe a hello, maybe and explanation as to why you left me questioning everything that we had shared, questioning if I had done something wrong to tear us apart. But no you left and 4 years later here you are trying to start a conversation."