Forgive

Double-Take

  I open my eyes sleepily, not really wanting to open them. The natural light streams into my room annoyingly, and I groan and shift my body and turned the other way.

My alarm finally then goes off, and I reach over to my nightstand and turn it off.

Mondays.

A day you can say everyone dislikes, or hates, even. I regret taking my uni classes in the morning now, and mentally cursing at myself. 7:00 was too early for me to wake up.

I glance at my phone again, and I see that I have about four messages from Miles.

"I love you." I breathe out loud reading the message, and the rest are pretty much his drunk texting. I shower and dress, putting on my favorite short-shorts, and my white converses (which were getting so dirty), and I head out of the apartment, grabbing a granola bar, and kissing my mother goodbye.

"Ma, I'm going over to Miles' later okay? Today's his birthday, and I'm gonna make him a cake later." I reminded her. "Tell Miles I said happy birthday." she says sipping her coffee, I kiss her goodbye again for good measure, and I leave.

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sometimes, I really regret my major, and sometimes, I love it. Psychology is something I admired for years as a teenager in High school, and the whole human mind fascinated me.

Even though it's only my first year of college, it's been a lot of stress on me.

On Mondays, I have to sit through four two hour classes, and by the time I get out, it's about 4:00. I haven't heard from Miles all day, but I figured out that it would be better not to call him right now.

I mentally thanked myself for going to the grocery store earlier that week, saving the future me so much trouble. 

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When I was done with the cake, I tossed it in the oven, and tried to give Miles a call.

My face frowned when it went straight to voicemail, but then I decided to leave him a voice message.

"Hey innamorato, it's me." I sniffle, putting away the cake ingredients, finally settling with leaning on the counter. "Happy Birthday again, babe, I'm sorry I couldn't answer your messages sooner, I had to sleep."

I lean on my converse and tug at my cardigan, my heart strings breaking just a bit. "Call me back later, I have a suprise for you, I think you'll like it a lot, innamorato."

I sigh, realizing this voicemail was getting a tad too long. "Love you babe, call me, yeah? I might come over later."

I slump on the couch, and my mother eyes me weirdly. She didn't even have to ask me, I already knew what she was going to say.