The Door to Love | ✔

Chapter 52

To lift up my spirits, Poppy took me for shopping. But it made me feel worse. I remembered how Ted used to pick up clothes from my closet almost everyday for me to wear. He would appreciate and criticise about them. I always was a quite fashionable person and though at home I roamed around like a homeless snail, I used to dress up well when I went out.

A week passed by, university was going to begin soon. Ted was always in my closet, mumbling thousands of apologies, but I shut him off. Once, while picking up clothes from the closet, I found him mumbling apologies even in his sleep.

But today, he was not there. Maybe he had given up. Good for him. Good for us. I lay on the bed quietly recalling the moments with Ted. I was mad at myself for even entertaining his thoughts after what he did.

I heard a sudden knock on the closet door and I groaned. I knew Ted was back again. "Ted, just go away."

"Honey, it's not Ted. It's me."

"Grandma?" I quickly got up from bed and rushed towards the closet. I opened it and welcomed her in.

"How's everything going? Is the bakery doing well? How is your health?" I asked quickly.

"The bakery and I are as plump as muffins. How's everything going on with you? Let's not pretend here darling, I know everything. Ted told me each and every detail about what happened and to shut him up from crying was a huge task," Grandma said and laughed lightly. I smiled sadly. I offered her to sit on the chair.

"I really respect and adore you, but you needn't come here in behalf of Ted," I said and she sighed.

"He doesn't even know I'm here. I came here for - here take this," Grandma said and handed me a paper. I read it and it was Ted's transfer to what looked like a top college.

"Ted cleared an examination which was held at his college. He scored well so he is transfered to one of the top colleges of Norway," Grandma said.

"That's great - "

"It's not great for you two. Ted's new college is in the southern Norway so he's moving out of the house."

"W - with the closet, right?" I asked curiously.

"I'm afraid not," Grandma said. "He doesn't has much space in the dorm to occupy the large closet. And it's impossible to move the damn, old thing."

"Oh, well, okay," I said trying my best to act cheerful and shrugged. Grandma held my hand and she leaned forward.

"That's why I came to talk to you, Abilene. He's going in one and a half week. There's not much time left. I'm not asking you to forgive him, I'm asking you to just forget it for a while. I know he could treat you better and I scolded him too. You could spend the last moments as good friends instead of lovers. Do think about it, because you're like a daughter to me and I ship you two!" She said playfully and got up. I smiled at her.

One and a half week. After that, all the moments will turn to dust.

"Grandma, wait - I'll come with you. Fuck this one and a half week. We'll fuck it like a year," I said with energy and immediately regretted the choice of curses used in front of poor, old grandma.

"Yeah, f - fuck it!" Grandma joined me, shook her hips and I blinked rapidly at her.