I love you. Loved.

I forgive you

2 weeks later
So me and Mal have been going good, I guess. Whenever I try to talk to call or text her she always blows me off with some lame excuse. But, at work she is so protective of me and always shows me off. The first few days were great though. We went to the zoo and we rode one of the horses. It was so much fun, I can sort of still feel her arms wrapped around my waist. Mal was surprisingly very scared and it was the first time I ever saw her so vulnerable. I miss it. I try texting her but she never responds. As I look at the time I realize I haven't eaten. Great. I quickly order a pizza and some fries. I hope it arrives quickly, I just want to sleep right now.

30 minutes later
Knock knock... Knock knock... Doorbell ringing
"I'm coming" I yell as I run downstairs. Im soooooo tired I might just go back to bed and leave the pizza for later. I quickly open the door without thinking and realize I'm in nothing but my short silk night dress.
"Umm t-this will b-be $16.70 m-ma-ma'am" the young man stutters. I quickly hand him a 20 and tell him to keep the change before I quickly close my front door. I decided that I'm not gonna eat anything and just save it for later. I put the pizza in the inner-corner of my counter and make my way up the steps. When I get to my room I put my hair up in a messy but and plug up my IPhone X. I then get under my thick duvet and lay my head on my plush pillow. Knock knock knock. I inwardly groan as I make my way back downstairs for a second time in a row.
"Coming" I yell as I reach the top of my steps. This time I take my time walking down because in all honestly I could care less who is at my door right now. As I yank open my door my whole body freezes. Standing there is Emma with a tear stained face and a bright red nose. Her hands are hugging her torso as if she had just been punched in the gut. She's wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt that used to be mine. She has her slippers on that I got her one time to tease her about walking around barefoot all the time. She looks like I did when we broke up. She looks broken, and I feel like it's all my fault. It is my fault.
"G-Regina in s-s-so s-sorry for hue-hurting you. I c-can't imagine w-what it felt l-like see-seeing me do t-that. P-please f-f-forgive m-me. I-" I cut her off with a tight hug and let her son in my arms. I know what she did was wrong, and it really hurt but I hurt her too. I basically embarrassed her and left her on the street as I went on a date with someone who barely shows an interest in me anymore. I pulled her inside and closed the door. She was still crying so I lead her to the couch and had her sit down. I went in the kitchen and grabbed the still hot pizza box and brought it over. I then got some cider and wine glasses and brought them over as well. I filled both glasses up half way and placed one in front of her. I got up and got two of my thick throw blankets and put on in her as I sat next to her with mine and allowed her to lean on me. I whispered soothing words and drew random shapes on her back as I tried to help her calm down. I feel so guilty right now. I never wanted to hurt her, I just got frustrated whenever I was around her because of wha happened. But that was in the past and we are in the present. It's a new day and even though I'm dating Mal, well I think I'm still dating her, I'm going to comfort Emma and make sure she is okay. In all honesty I still love her, and I hate the situation I'm in right now.
"It's okay I forgive you" I whisper in her ear over and over.