Forget me not

Five

Emilia

We hadn't stopped all day and Chris hadn't shown a single moment of wanting me to hurry up. In fact, he'd dragged me further through stores even after I'd grabbed what I needed and I had picked up long before now that this little essential shopping trip wasn't just a way for him to rant at me and drag what happened out of me like blood from a stone, he actually wanted to be here. After me not even sending him Christmas cards or birthday cards over the past few years, he wanted to steal the time I was here for himself. But as exhausted as I currently was, I felt somewhat better.

I mean, I still had a lot to work out. Like, a hell of a lot. How long I'm here for, where I'm going to live, how I'm going to pay the bills, if I want Mason back, if I did get back with him what I wanted our relationship to look like or if I was happy with how it was projected. It was a lot and it was so heavy.

"Churros!" Chris practically skipped over to the food truck, placing my bags down by his feet and peering up at the board.

"Do you ever stop eating?"

"Essentially, no." I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to look at my phone. I'd seen the dozens of texts and missed calls not only from Mason but his parents and the bridesmaids all insulting me with every word under the sun. I guess I deserved it. Everyone was mad I'd hurt Mason how I had and he didn't deserve it. I need to text him tonight and apologize. I'll have to write something out and really think about it. Not just a quick 2-word text. He deserves more than that. He deserves more than me in all honesty. "Here we go." Chris pushed the treat towards me and I shook my head.

"I'm good thanks."

"Oh god don't tell me; you've put yourself on some stupid diet and you're already over today?" I grabbed my bags from the floor, scowling at him.

"What is it? Attack Emilia day or something?"

"No. At least it won't be if you eat the damn churros."

"I'm not hungry."

"Who gives a damn? It's a treat. You don't eat a treat because you're hungry, you eat it because it's a treat."

"Yeah, well you enjoy your treat." I love churros. That's the only reason he's making a deal out of this. My obsession with them as a kid wasn't something I grew out of. But he was right. I'd had pancakes for breakfast with dad, laughed with him as if everything was normal whilst we had a food fight in the kitchen. Then lunch wasn't exactly low calorie either. I don't have the energy right now to go for a run or work out so it was just best if I keep a close eye on the calories and I'll be fine. "How's your dad?"

"Not eating churros right now so pretty crap." He pushed again. "Eat one Mia."

"I don't want one."

"You know, you're a terrible liar. Just share them with me."

"I'm good." Resist it Emilia. It's not worth the hassle. Not worth the hassle. You don't need it.

"What's the plan then?"

"What?"

"Are you staying or going? Moving back home? Getting a job?"

"Not a clue. I just need to think right now. I guess I'm here until I work it out. Probably work with dad or something until I can work it out which will be super weird. I haven't worked in years."

"How have you not worked?"

"I don't know, it just kind of happened. I was working in a bar for the first year of college. Crap pay but tips were okay. That's where I met Mason. But then about 9 months into us dating we had a stag party in and they were just horrific and I went home crying and I was just a mess when he called and then we got into an argument and I ended up just not going back."