Once More.

Doorstep Flowers

* “OI! GET OFF MY GIRL!!!” *
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“ Hey! Get off him!” The sudden realisation of the attackers identity hit you like a slap in the face. Lance. You watched in horror as the fight unfolded, gradually coming to your senses you rushed forward and pulled Lance away. “Lance, what the hell are you doing!? Leave him alone!”
“No! He is walking around with MY girl. He is walking around with you! Are you cheating on me?!” The more Lance spoke the redder his face became, his words slurring and fists flying.
“Lance, I am NOT your girl.” You cried, struggling to detain him. “I haven’t seen you in three weeks and to be perfectly honest, it has been the best three weeks of my life!” You struggled to contain yourself as you began to scream. “I am finally free, free from your constant cheating, free from your disapproving judgement. Free from YOU! It scares you doesn’t it. The fact that I might be finally happy but it’s not with you. Well you know what Lance, go fuck yourself. You and all those one night stands that destroyed our relationship, you are dead to me.” “Now, I have to get back to my-” You walked around looking for your mysterious runner only to see that he had vanished, nowhere to be seen. “Bloody fantastic! Look at this, you scared him off. It’s so typical of you, never thinking about anyone else but yourself!! God! Grow up and show some human decency! Good bye.” With that you stormed back up the street, your blood boiling like molten iron. ‘How dare he? How dare he come out of the blue, attack your date and then claim that he was your boyfriend.’ As you came up to your flat you noticed some flowers by the foot of the door, you picked them up and read the card attached.
‘Babe, I miss you so much. I am so sorry for what I did, please forgive me. Call me. – Lance xx’
‘No, not after what you did’ you though. You unlocked the door and walked into the kitchen. You started pacing up and down, flowers still in hand, questioning what to do. ‘Do I forgive him; no he’s done too much. But he said that he’s sorry, What if it’s just a lie.’ You make up your mind and throw the flowers into the bin, slowly making your way towards the bedroom. To pack his things.