Right my Wrongs

Chapter 39- I can hear the sky falling

                                                                             Ivy

As I approach Spencer's apartment building, I notice that the white cumulus clouds that had covered the sky during the day had darkened into ominous thunderclouds. I quickly pay the driver and step out of the car, eager to get inside and out of the harsh weather. The cold, sharp wind slices through my cardigan, making me shiver involuntarily. I quickly enter the elevator and hit the button for Spencer's floor, stealing a quick glance at myself in the mirrored door. The weather had played havoc with my hair, leaving it a tangled mess. I quickly decided to pull it back into a messy bun and applied bright red lipstick, hoping it would detract from the state of my hair.

With each step towards Spencer's apartment, my nervousness grows and my heart feels like it might burst with anticipation. Finally, I catch a glimpse of Spencer and feel grateful to see him again. However, my joy is short-lived as I notice a hand resting on his lap. Due to the slightly ajar doorway, I couldn't see clearly to whom it belonged, but a sense of unease crept up inside me.

As I approach and open the door, my emotions turn jagged, and my insides tighten at the sight before me. Sitting next to Spencer on the couch is a blonde girl, and her hands rest on his lap. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. Torrents of tears flowed down my face, and I surrendered to my grief.

Spencer caught my eye and quickly sprinted up from the couch, concern etched on his face. I tried to gather my thoughts and emotions, but my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and heartache.

As Spencer approached me, I struggled to compose myself and wiped away my tears. Was this the blonde girl that Spencer had told me about? The daughter of his dad's friend? I thought they only went out once because Spencer's dad pestered him to because of his business dealings. What is she doing here? Are seeing each other? I felt a knot form in my stomach as these questions flood my mind.

Despite my inner turmoil, I tried to stay calm and address the situation head-on. "Spencer, who is she?" I asked, my voice shaky and uncertain.

"Ivy...I can explain-

"So, she's the girl you told me about?" I say, the pain seeping out of my words.

"Ivy...just hear me out-

Before Spencer could finish, the blondie barged in, interrupting us. "Spencer, who is she?" she asked, her tone sharp and impatient.

"Can you please leave for god's sake?" Spencer faced her and instructed her firmly.

"Uh... all right. I'll call you," the blondie says, clearly unhappy as she made her way out, leaving Spencer and me alone.

"Ivy, please just listen to me," Spencer pleads, his voice filled with desperation.

"I came here to apologize, but I guess... I... you know, there comes a point in all-natural romances where they must progress or implode. I guess this is where we..." I trail off, my eyes are bloodshot, my voice shaking with emotion.

"Ivy, please... it's not the way you think-

"I think I need to be alone right now," I say, cutting him off, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without looking back, I walk out of the apartment and into the streets. The rain came down so hard it almost hurt, stinging my skin and blowing into my eyes and nose, intensifying the pain within me. I can't help but wonder if things could have been different and better. Or was it doomed from the beginning?

"Ivy, please listen to me," Spencer's voice cut through the sound of the rain as he approached me. He gently took my arm and pulled me towards him, causing me to turn around and face him. As he drew me closer, I felt my muscles relax under his pensive gaze. Overwhelmed by emotions, I held him by the neck and pulled him towards me, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. At that moment, we were both vulnerable, and our emotions spoke volumes of the passion that transcends spoken words. The droplets of rain continued to bead down our bodies, but the warmth of our kiss was all I needed to feel safe and protected.

I'm tired of fighting," I say.

"So am I," he replied, sneezing, which caused me to chuckle.

"Shall we go somewhere else and talk? We're both freezing," I suggest.

"My place ?" Spencer asks, and I nod in agreement.