ps, i hate you [ON HOLD]

six

November 21st, 2014
Thanksgiving Day

It had been almost a month and no sign of Matt. It made my blood boil knowing that he was still gone and no where to be found.

I didn't have a lot of time to worry about it though. I was still in the works of my own Party Planner company, and it was already putting a lot of stress and pressure on me.

I wasn't getting any sleep, either. For weeks I had wondered about where he was and what he was doing. What I had done to deserve such pain.

"Sophie! Wake up!" Krystelle tapped my shoulder, snapping me from my thoughts.

"I wasn't asleep. Just thinking." I explain, shrugging her off of my shoulder.

"You've been thinking a lot since Halloween night. Loosen up, it's Thanksgiving! You're gonna get to see all of your family."

Krystelle was right. All of our family comes back to Minnesota for this day every year, and we have our dinner in a banquet hall. Luckily, Matt's family will be joining us. I can for sure ask them whether or not they've heard from him.

"I guess," I smile faintly, "I'm gonna go the Hall, since I have to be there to help the decorators." I stand up and walk to my front door.

"Alright, Ms. Party Planner. I'll meet you there." Krystelle smiles, and I walk out of the house.

*******

"This goes here," I point to a corner to place balloons, "Those napkins go on the feasting table," I instruct, nodding to the 50 seat table that stretched to the end of the Hall. "Oh, stop with those balloons!" I yell at a man, who was placing balloons at the wrong side of the Hall.

I pace back and forth, making sure everyone was doing their part and doing it correctly. It'd be awful if all my family came and thought I couldn't even handle my job.

"Mrs. Johnson?" I hear one of the men clear their throat.

"Ms. Johnson," I correct, "What do you need?"

"We have an order of 200 cupcakes that just came in. Do you want us to load them into the dessert table?"

"Bring them in," I wave him off, "No! That's enough balloons! Bring them to the opposite side of the room." I yell, pointing to the empty corner.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What do we have here?" I hear a voice from behind me, clapping.

"Hello Nathaniel." I greet, crossing my arms at the sight of him.

"Haven't seen you in a while." He puts his hands in his jacket.

"I've been busy." I mutter, slowly turning away from him.

"Busy with your business? Or busy worrying about your runaway financé?" He asks suspiciously.

"Both." I mumble, trying to walk away, but he stops me.

"He'll come back." Nathaniel assures me.

"I'd hope he does. But, right now I don't even care."

"Right, you have other things to worry about other than your fiancé's disappearance. Suprised you haven't called the police."

"He's 22 and grown. He can take care of himself. Where he is.." My eyes wonder to the chandelier that was being put in the middle of the Hall, back at Nathaniel.

"If he doesn't come back, I'll be here for you, Sophie." He smiles warmly at me, which makes my heart flutter.

"Okay, Nathaniel. Thank you." I smile back, "But I have to go now."

He waves, walking out of the Hall.

"I'll be here for you, Sophie." Those words made me smile, and I was glad someone would be there for me.

*********

"Sophie!" My family gasped in surprise as they seen me. "You look so much  older than the last time we've seen you!"

I chuckle, "It was last year."

My grandma pulled me into a hug, "How are you and the fiancé? What's his name? Matt, right?"

I shudder at the mention of Matt. I didn't want anything to do with him right now.

"He's good," It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth since I had no idea. He never sent a letter back.

"Oh, where is he?" Grandma started to look around, "I wanna speak to him!"

"Grandma, he's not here. He had-uh- things to take care of. At work." I lie, avoiding her eyes.

"On Thanksgiving?" She asked in disbelief. I gulp and nod vigorously.

"Well, I'll see him one of these days. It was nice seeing you, Sophie. I'm going to go sit down now." My grandma smiles, pulling me into a quick hug, then walking to the banquet table.

It had never occurred to me to actually call his job to see if they had known anything about his disappearance. I'd have to do that tomorrow.

I seen Matt's family walking in from the opposite side of the room, smiling as they seen me.

"Hello Sophie! Good seeing you!" Matt's mother, Susan greeted me.

"Hi, Susan. How are you?" I ask, smiling.

"Great! And yourself?"

"I've been worrying a lot about Matt. I haven't heard from him in about 3 weeks." I admit, sighing.

"Oh you haven't? I've gotten some letters from him in the past 2 weeks."

My eyes grow wide at her statement. So he isn't dead!

"That's funny, because I haven't gotten a single letter from him, and I've sent at least 3."

"There's a reasonable explanation for that. You'll find out soon enough." Susan explained.

"Huh? I-" Before I could say anything else, the gong to start the banquet had went off, and Susan was gone.

"Huh," I sigh in defeat, walking to my seat.

*********

The food tasted bland. The conversations felt dull. Everytime I tried to eat, it'd get stuck in my throat. I was thinking too much about Matt. And everytime I thought about him, I'd get angrier for not  knowing something everyone else seemed to know.

I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Matt Rogers, I think angrily, I hate you for this.