The Chocolate Cake in the Fridge

Not so Happy birthday Iris

I quickly closed the door to the fridge. The slice of chocolate cake from my birthday last week haunted me every time I opened the door. The groceries I'd picked up on my way home from the airport weighed heavy on my arms, but I simply placed them on the ground. I didn't even want to celebrate my birthday, but he insisted that we had to. The nerve he had.

*bzzt, bzzt, bzzt* I slipped my phone out of my pocket, without looking at the ID, and answered the call. "Hello, Iris speaking."

"Iris?" My friend, Lotte, seemed to whisper. "Thank goodness, I haven't been able to get in touch with you all week!"

"Yeah, I've just been..." I glanced at the fridge." Around."

"What's going on? Where are you right now?"

"I'm just getting home. I needed a break for reality, so I took the week off."

"Yeah, I know. Our supervisor has been pissed over it. She's been bitching nonstop at me, because of it."

"I'm sorry." I combed a hand through my messy hair. "I just-."

"And Relx has been looking for you all day." The name falling off her lips burned.

"Don't. You. Dare. Tell. Him. I'm. Back." I growled.

"What? Why? Did something happen between you?"

I remained silent. How do you tell your best friend that your boyfriend tried to propose to you, but instead you freaked out and disappeared for a week? "Not really. I just... I'm not ready to see him yet."

"Oh. Well, you didn't throw away that piece of cake, did you?" I glanced at the fridge. The piece of cake held the ring.

"No."

"Good! You have to eat that."

"No." I took the phone from my ear and ended the call before she could say anything else. "I wish I had never gone to that cake shop."

When I had met Relx, I wasn't in a good place mentally. I was having a hard time with my family and my work life was pretty shits. Most people who were depressed would do depressed people things. All of my life, I'd been warned continuously that I was severely allergic to chocolate.

I was there that day to get a piece of chocolate cake because I was tired of living. Relx didn't know that when he approached me. He stood there with his beautiful strawberry blond hair and dark green eyes, flirting away. We ended up sitting down and chatting. Before leaving, he gave me his number and I gave him the chocolate cake.

I didn't realize that in the year that we had been together, it never crossed his mind that I would avoid anything with chocolate. It startled me the night of my birthday when he brought out the slice of chocolate cake and sat it from me. My thoughts ran crazy as I looked at his puppy dog eyes waiting for me to eat it.

I ended up running away. I guess he didn't know me as well as I thought.