I watch groggily as Sofia gets ready for work, the noise having woken me up. I want to go back to sleep and stay unconscious all day, but once I'm awake, there's no going back.
I roll over and grab my phone, seeing millions of notifications. I suddenly remember that I released an album last night, and that my boyfriend didn't care about it. I scroll through Instagram and Twitter, shocked by so much positive feedback. Everyone seems to have a different favorite song. Of course, there's plenty of people calling the album bad, but I don't care. Different reputable magazines are rating my album at least 7/10, which is nearly unheard of for a debut album.
Sofia gives me a quiet goodbye before walking out and I eventually hear the front door shut. I sigh and sit up, knowing I need to get out of bed. I have to go live on Instagram soon to announce the tour, so I guess I'll go ahead and make myself look decent for it.
I step into the bathroom and twist my hair into a braid. I do a simple but cute makeup routine, using a bunch of concealer on my eyes, swollen from crying. I change into a hoodie and leggings before walking out of the room.
Now, if I had hurt Wilbur pretty badly and missed out on an event that he was begging me to go to, I would go all out for an apology. I'd make him his favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner for days. I'd buy him some new clothes, his favorite snacks, a bunch of packs of cigarettes. Yet I get nothing, which is fine.
Totally, completely fine.
The kitchen is a bit of a mess, dirty dishes in the sink and Wilbur's bottles of beer lined up on the counter, waiting for me to dispose of them. I peek into my bedroom. Wilbur is still sprawled across my bed, snoring with zero care in the world. I should slam the door and disturb his sleep, but I choose to be nice and close it quietly instead.
I sit on the couch and go live on Instagram, waiting a minute before giving my announcement. I don't look at the comments, knowing there will be questions about Wilbur. I already saw plenty of tweets wondering why he wasn't at the party, so I don't feel like being forced to address it. I only stay live for a few minutes, ending it when I hear my bedroom door open. I close Instagram and quickly turn on the TV, going on some random show.
"Hey baby," Wilbur mumbles, his face appearing next to mine as he leans over the back of the couch. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. "Want me to call somewhere to deliver us some breakfast?"
I stay silent, chewing on my lip as I stare at the screen. Of course, it's hard to resist the most handsome guy in the world. But I know I have to stay strong.
"Wanna do the bagel place?"
Again, I'm quiet and focused on the TV.
Wilbur scoffs and takes his arms away from me. "Don't tell me you're still mad."
I spin my head around and look up at him. "Seriously, Will? I know you're not this heartless."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm not being heartless. I'm being realistic. And you're being dramatic."
I laugh at him out of shock. "Do I have to tell it to you all over again? This was incredibly important to me."
"I know, and I told you I'm sorry. You know I love you."
"I do know, but you're not acting like it." I feel myself tearing up again, for what seems like the millionth time in the past eight hours.
Wilbur's eyes scan my face, his expression softening. He lets out a long sigh and sits down next to me. "Darling, I'm so sorry about last night. I love you and I'm so proud of you. I hate that I wasn't there last night, but we can't change the past. Please just forgive me. We've been back together for a month and it's been amazing. Let's not ruin it."
I stare at the neckline of his shirt. "Let's not ruin it?"
"Yeah," He places his hand on my knee.
"I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one who didn't show up." I stand up, knocking his hand off of me.
Wilbur's head falls back against the couch as his voice raises. "Christ, Eve! Sorry I'm the worst boyfriend in the world."
I have plenty to say, but I'm sure I'll regret it later. Instead, I walk into my room, locking the door behind me to make sure he doesn't come in. Of course, I love and adore Wilbur. All I want is for him to sincerely apologize, to show that he is truly sorry for what he did. And until he does that, I'll give him the cold shoulder.
I hear the doorknob jiggle before a soft knock and Wilbur's voice, quiet now. "Baby, please let me in. I just wanna see you. Let's just talk. I love you so much."
After rambling for about ten minutes about how pretty and sexy and sweet I am, he finally gives up and leaves my door. I pull out my laptop and distract myself by restarting one of my favorite shows.
This better not go on for awhile. I don't think I can survive with being mad at him for too long.
