Forgiven But Not Forgotten

Chapter 2: Mail

Sorry this chapter is so short. I had more to add to it, but realized it no longer fit the chapter title.

With love,

HamDotA

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Three months had passed since Alexander's visit to John.

Alex had tried to reach him countless times. John's phone had over 240 missed calls and over 1,251 three-scroll long texts from Alexander; all of them unopened and unanswered.

John had returned to his bed during that time, refusing to leave unless it was necessary. He didn't even look at his phone anymore to see who was trying to get a hold him. The only thing he could think about was the fact that Alex was more willing to marry a girl he barely knew after one year, than he was willing to marry a man he had known years before the four they spent together as a couple.

John tossed and turned, unable to get the thought out of his mind. He wanted to just forget it. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted to forget how it felt to have Alex's arms wrapped around him each night. He wanted to forget how it felt to have his lips against his whenever he wanted. He wanted to forget what he smelled like after the showered together. He wanted to forget the way he smiled when they laughed together. He wanted to forget the way he would have to stand on tip-toe to kiss him...

He couldn't take it anymore. He got up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. He looked up at his own reflection in the mirror. 'Why would he do this to me?' he thought. He shook his head at himself. 'What am I thinking? I'm being ridiculous. Thinking he would come back to me, missing me. I'm so stupid.'

He dried his face and went to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He took a sip before heading back to his room. As he passed by the front door a flash of white caught his eye. He went to the door, setting his water on the key shelf, and picked up the envelope off the floor. He flipped it over seeing it was addressed to him and looked at the return address to see who it was from. Alex. Without opening it, he took the envelope, ripped it and its contents in half and threw both pieces in the trash.

He grabbed his water and returned to his room, setting the glass on his nightstand next to his phone that buzzed as he set it down.

Did you get my invitation?

It was from Alex. He immediately shut his phone off and rolled over, falling asleep.

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"Are you sure you wrote it out right?" Alex paced in Elizabeth Schuyler's apartment living room. "He should have answered by now. What if it got lost in the mail?" He was biting his nails, almost to the point of bleeding.

"Alexander, honey," Eliza grabbed his arm, begging him to sit and relax. "I'm sure he is busy. Maybe he hasn't had time to respond."

"No, no," Alex pulled away. "Something is wrong. I hurt him, Eliza. I hurt him bad this time. I don't think I can fix it..." He went to the window, staring out at nothing. His fiancé followed, wrapping her arms around him.

"You'll figure it out, Alexander," she said as she held him. "You always do."

At that moment he got an idea. He pulled out his phone and, for the first time in months, started dialing a number that was not Johns.