Doll Eyes (Not Continued)

12: Selfishness

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Zach

"I-i'm really sorry, Sir." Bennett apologized quietly, looking down on the floor. "I promise I won't do it again."

I sighed. It was hard for me to toughen up and not forgive someone. "S'all right, Bennett. But this is the second time. And I know that you won't do it again."

And once again, I must be the superhero that saves everyone- explains to everyone, rather.

As I drew closer to the couple who had a wrong order, I could tell the lady was blushing, as she was practically choking on her words as she replied to the man's compliment.

"Oh, wrong order? I'm really sorry, sir. You see, Bennett's still a trainee and has been here for only a day. I'll bring you your honey chicken."

I felt really ashamed.

Bona Fide Delicatesse is not known for mistakes- it is known for our famous American-French Food. This is what my beloved grandpa Elliott left in store for me. This is my reward for everything I did for him. But now he's gone- although he's still probably seeing me from heaven, and I don't want to fail him.

I was about to stalk away, when I heard a clang of metal and a "Jeez. Damn it." I turned around to see the pretty red-haired lady crouched under the table, her hand stretched towards a silver fork.

I rushed to her, as I didn't want any dirt on our restaurant's title in helpfulness.

"Oh," I quickly bent over, "Let me get that for you, Ma'am."

As I picked up the fork swiftly, she let out a sigh of relief. She took it from my hand and and greeted bubbly, "Thank you ve-"

Then her eyes looked into mine.

Her green eyes looked into mine.

It was crystal green. Clear and bright. But what made it stand out is that it looked light and at the same time a forest shade of green. And at that moment, I knew. My heart and brain knew.

That standing in front of me was none other than Violet Ellison.

My Letty.

She looked startled, as her green orbs grew larger.

Maybe it was a sign of surprise and longing. Maybe she missed me so much, that she needed to follow me in Italy. Maybe she still loves me.

But, no. It wasn't.

It showed hate, anger, despair.

And at that single glance, my world came tumbling down.

How could I think that she misses me? Or that she loves me when I practically left her on air?

I left her. Without anything. Without love. Without goodbye.

And I didn't do anything about it. And now, she's here, looking so different and rich, with a sophisticated guy- also looking rich.

"Christian." She said sternly, panic obvious in her tone, "Forget about the food."

"Huh, Violet? What happened? Why are you crying?" The Christian guy muttered anxiously to the pain-stricken figure of Violet.

Violet. She was already crying tears filled with negativity.

"We're leaving. Now."

I stood still and frozen in my postition, not daring to face the swarm of staring eyes behind me. I didn't do anything to stop them walk out of the door.

Only when I heard the door chime, that's when realization hit me hard in the stomach.

I messed up big time.

I hurried inside the manager's room, seeking for isolation and space.

I can't believe that she was here. Because I believed that it was impossible.

For the past 7 years, I was only selfishly thinking of myself, my future, and this restaurant- that I forgot all about Violet and that I hurt her big time. Heck, I didn't even try to reach out on her.

I'm a jerk.

I'm selfish.

And I'm still in love with her.

The cushion chair sitting behind the wooden table had a quarter of it soaked up with tears, as I was crouching over it- not having the encouragement to sit down.

I touched it. And the rough surface sent a fuzzy feeling through my fingers. But I pressed down on it. It felt rough, but its softness was just amazing.

What if, people were like that?

Or better yet, what if Letty was like that?

I wiped my tears on my soup-smelling (A/N: Fliptasy #SavetheSoup) pants. I harvested all of my will to sit on the chair. Because believe it or not, the chair's cushion had me thinking, but also deciding wisely.

I needed to find her.

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