Shorts, Poems, and Imagines

Short #4: "We don't talk anymore"

I need to talk to her. I need to tell her. I need to see her. I knocked twice on her apartment door. I was soaking wet from the rain and was now shivering from the cold. The door opened and I saw her, Addie. God, how long has it been? Seeing her again makes me happy above all, but at the same time regretful. The memory from the reception, seeing her tearing up in front of everyone. I felt I needed to go by her side and hug her, and wipe the tears from her face. But I couldn't do that, especially in front of Kaya. Kaya, my biggest sin. Right after I kissed Addie, I thought I never wanted to see her again because of what I was doing to my wife. But in doing so I felt more unhappy, and I was taking it all out on Kaya— who does not deserve any of it. I want to be a better husband, but something inside me prevents me from doing that. I thought I loved Kaya enough to marry her. I really did. But now I'm not so sure...

"Matt?" Said Addie, her eyes wide in surprise. "You're soaking wet, what the hell!"

"Can I come in?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"Of course! What kind of person am I not letting you in?" She stepped aside from the doorway as I let myself enter. I was shivering a lot more now since it was like Antarctica in her apartment.

"G-geez, A-Addie..." I said. "W-what are y-you an E-Eskimo?"

"Sorry, I like it cold." She said. "I'll just turn up the heat." She turned up the heat and went to her room. Minutes later she was back with a folded towel and fresh new men's clothes.

"I didn't know you had men's clothes?" I said jokingly, finally stopped shivering.

"Whatever, those are my cousin's." She said rolling her eyes. "My family visited me last week and my idiot brother spilled water all over his clothes. I put it in the dryer downstairs, and he was lucky that mom packed him some extra clothes."

"How old is Michael again?" That last time I saw Addie's brother, he was 13 years old.

"He's 16 now, his birthday was last week and they wanted to celebrate his birthday here for some reason." She smiled as she faced me. "I know, shocking that he's 16 and that those clothes are just your size."

"Remember when we were 16?" I said ignoring the joke.

"No." Ouch. "You can use my bathroom if you wanna take a shower, and you should take a shower." I did as told and went straight to the bathroom. What does she mean no? She can't be serious when she said she doesn't remember a thing when we were 16?

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(A/N. I'm skipping the shower part. I feel uncomfortable writing it)

I've already stepped out of the shower and went out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Michaels clothes lay on the bed. I was about to pick it up when the door flew open and heard a yelp. I turned around quickly to see that Addie was in the doorway with a shocked expression painted on her face.

"What the hell are you doing here, naked?" Addie said with her eyes closed.

"Technically, I'm not naked." I said in matter-of-fact. "My lower body is currently covered with a towel, plus, you should've knocked."

"Technically, this is my room." She said annoyed. "Yes, your lower body is covered. But your upper body isn't." I rolled my eyes at that (Addie was always sensitive to half naked men). "Plus, you should've locked the freaking door to avoid situations like this!"

"Whatever, loser." I said, picking up the shirt and putting it over my head. "You can look now. I'm not half naked anymore."

"You know what... I'm just gonna wait in the living room and clear my head a bit." At that she spun on her heel and left. I snorted after she left and put the rest of my clothes on. After that I stepped out of the room and went to the living room. I stopped at my tracks when I saw Addie sitting on the couch drinking tea from her mug. She was looking sideways at the window. I knew she missed her home. Right after I met Kaya, she left the city to stay in the country for a few months, and then those months turned to years and years to forever until I invited her to our wedding. She missed waking up every morning and to look out the window and see trees, green fields, and blue skies. I knew she still felt homesick no matter how she was so used to living in the city. I could relate to her. The city is a wild jungle of people, some of the things there can kill you. But people get used to it and they had to be smart to survive in the jungle.