Chapter 29
Another four days of my life passed, and I'd only conversed with Gardenia a few times. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy my need for her, but I didn't want to be suffocating. I knew she was enjoying herself in Florida with her new friends, and I didn't want to bother her, but hell, I fucking missed her. I was scared she didn't feel the same, and so I waited for her to message me first.
She didn't.
The last message was one I sent her, yesterday morning.
Good morning, lovely. I hope you're enjoying yourself in Florida. Is the weather still terribly hot and humid, or has it gotten better/have you gotten used to it?
I wish you were here with me. My bed is very cold and very lonely.
Miss you.
H. xx
She didn't even respond to it, causing a sick feeling in my stomach. Every time I receive an email, I jump, thinking it will be her apologizing for taking so long, and updating me on her life. But every single time, it wasn't.
I flipped my phone over in my hands, not sure whether I should be angry, annoyed, or worried about this. I was angry, because why the hell would she ignore me? She couldn't have responded a simple, 'Good morning?' back? Was it really that hard? I was annoyed, because here I was, missing her with every fiber of my being, while she didn't even seem to care. I was worried, because what if something happened to her?
I didn't know what to do. I was always confused when it came to Gardenia, because she was so different from any other girl I've met. She wasn't the clingy type, or the one to show her emotions very often. And I wasn't sure if she wasn't answering because I've said something wrong, because I'm annoying her, or if this is how she deals with missing somebody. Whatever the reason, I didn't like it.
I have about twenty different drafts created, that I wanted to send to her, but chickened out each time. Some of them were angry, giving her a piece of my mind. I knew I wouldn't send those, but it felt good to type out my frustrations. Some of them were terribly cheesy, professing my love for her. Again, I had no plans of sending those, either.
I opened a new draft, typing out.
Hiiii. You didn't answer yesterday, and I don't mean to be a clingy boyfriend, but it worries me. Everything okay?
H. xx
I decided to leave it at that, sending it before I could change my mind. I watched the clock tick anxiously, waiting for her response, if I was ever going to get one.
I tapped my foot, laying on my bed and looking up at the ceiling, waiting for the 'ding' to sound around my room. I wanted to go out today, entirely sick of lounging around my house doing nothing, but my mum was still at work and I didn't have access to the car just yet.
A minute or so later, I heard the infamous 'ding', and I jumped. I knew not to get excited, since every other time my phone went off, it wasn't, but I grinned happily when I saw her email on my screen.
Hi, Harry, I'm so sorry for not responding yesterday. Connor, Celia, and I went to Disney World, and it was quite hectic, and I didn't realize you sent an email.
The weather is still humid, and my hair is as frizzy as ever, but I think I'm getting somewhat used to it. None of my black jeans have been touched this week, though, which is quite strange for somebody who wore them almost everyday.
My bed is equally as cold and lonely, and I miss you more than you could ever know. I didn't realize how attached I've become to you until I haven't been seeing you everyday. I miss your dumb curly hair and dimples.
