Dear Simon | miniminter [COMPLETED]

twenty-three|making amends

4 YEARS LATER

DAISY

As I was leaving Heathrow Airport with Libby my eyes roamed the nearest surroundings, so many things had changed.

Libby had bleached her dark hair to a light brown/ blondish colour. Her face look just as bright as it was before I left four years ago.

The car ride back to Libby's now shared apartment with her new boyfriend was full of gossip and news; Libby trying to fill me in on all that had been going on while I was in Australia.

When Libby turned the key and pushed open the door to what was our previously shared apartment my eyes widened and my mouth swung open.

"This place looks incredible, Libby. How did this happen?" I asked awestruck as I wandered further into the apartment.

"He's an interior designer," Libby mentioned calmly, crossing her arms as a coy smile appeared on her face when she saw that I was more than impressed.

"When can I meet him? I'm going to need him to do my house too."

Libby's smile grew even bigger, she took steps towards me to close the gap between us and embraced me in a warm hug.

"I'm so glad you're back."

I kept my arms around my best friend, leaning my head into her shoulder and muffling, "Me too."

"Was it hard for you to give it all up?" Libby asked curiously as she lead us to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

I took a seat at the dining table, glancing at all of the pictures on the walls.

I smiled when I saw that the one of Libby and I was close enough to the middle.

I shook my head as I answered Libby, "Not really, I'd been think about it for a while. After the last promotion I got, I knew it wasn't worth it."

Libby nodded in understanding, pouring our cups of tea and handing ne mine while she took a sip from hers.

"Well we need to go and see the guys, they need to know the good news," Libby suggested after a few minutes.

She studied me carefully, looking for a reaction, emotion that my eyes or body language evoked when she said that.

I knew that when she said "the guys", she meant Simon in particular.

I sighed, nodding my head in agreement.

"I just need to rest for awhile, and do some thinking," I replied, my head hanging low at the thought of seeing Simon again.

I didn't know how to feel.

I was still completely in love with him and I had encouraged him to move on, which I think he did even if he was reluctant at first.

Simon was a major part in my decision in moving to Australia— he always told me to follow my dreams.

But he was also a major reason in why I came back too— it was getting harder and harder not seeing him, talking to him and just trying to move on.

I know I was the one who distanced us from each other, I wanted him to move on and live his life, while I lived mine.

I thought it'd be easier, but as much as he was my boyfriend at the time, he was also my best friend and always would be.

Well I'd hoped so, because after that letter that I sent about being pregnant, I didn't know what to think.

I didn't get a call from Simon saying he had received the letter, I was half expecting him to call me the second he got it and shout at me, ask me questions— just something.