Stitches

Four

I arrived home three hours later and saw Spencer by the kitchen drinking tea.

"You alone?" I asked. He nodded at me.

"You are supposed to be here like five hours ago." He said.

I sat next to him and drank a mouth full of his tea. I don't like how it taste, bitter and sour.

"I know. I went to give the package to Drew."

"For five hours."

I laughed at him. But by judging how his voice sounded, he is concerned.

"You want to talk about it?" I asked.

I don't know where I had the courage to talk about Drew now.

"I'm listening."

We went outside our pad, on our little terrace overlooking the busy street. He offered me his smoke and we smoked together while I talk about Drew. I told him how much I dedicate myself to our relationship and it was actually a good break up. No too much dramas or anything. It is a way to say that I really loved him, that I am willing to let him go. Spencer seems to be interested in all the things I am saying. He listens attentively.

"I was standing infront of him this morning. That took me all night to compose myself, my confidence, my guts, my thoughts. I spent hours thinking how to be strong in front of Drew and there he is so comfortable talking to me as if I am just an ordinary friend. It feels so unfair. I was still making efforts while he was just being himself. He even invited me to his pad to eat breakfast with his current girlfriend."

"I hate to say this but it is your fault for making those efforts." He said.

I shook my head. I know, I am the only person to blame.

"Yeah. I'm an ass." I  answered.

"But, knowing you are like that made me feel mad for what Drew did to you. I mean, you are there for him, for your relationship and he just taken you for granted. He didn't even see how much you put into those three years." He said and lighted another cigar.

"I was hopeful he'd return. I was waiting. I mean it is just a year Spencer. Who knows maybe he will realize he still loves me. Thats why I have never dated anyone after him. I thought I was moving on, but subconsciously I am stupid to wait for him to comeback." I said truthfully.

"If he comes back anytime, I won't let him have you again." His voice was determined.

"Would you?" I asked surprised.

"I'd kick his ass." He laughed.

"Deal." I said giggling.

Looking at him now, he is actually not bad. I mean physically and everything else. I wonder what is his story before he came here.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

"You. What is your story?"

"My story? It is boring. Let us get inside, you have to rest." He said.

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"He is really a charmer right?" I heard Mila say when I arrived at work the next day.

It is not so busy today. She is talking to Lily. Our newest intern.

"Yes! And really has a great smile, not to mention his accent." Lily said giggling.

"Who is this guy you're talking about?" I joined in.

"Vem! You're here! Oww we were just talking about Dr. Stanford." Mila said.