not equal parts [s.m]

Bittersweet

Song for this chapter: Reborn - Kids See Ghosts. Play it on my cue x

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I made my way in through the entrance of my workplace, greeting a few fellow workers with a tired smile. April followed behind me as we reached our lockers behind the till & desk area.

I used the small key with a blue tag on it that I keep in my bag to unlock my locker, aiming to put my bag and sandwiches in there. As I opened it I heard a sharp tear and witnessed as a piece of brown envelope paper floated to the floor.
The door to my locker still open, I took my gaze from the fragment of paper and saw a letter with the corner of the envelope now missing. It read 'Sophia' on the front in a handwriting I only wish I had forgotten. Theo's. Of course, it's him, he can't even get the letter in the locker properly without it getting ripped.

April noticed my slowed pace as I wasn't at the counter already. Her eyes widened as she came up to the side of me as she saw my hands shaking whilst holding the tattered letter.

"What is it, Soph? What's wrong?" she asked with concern.
"That's...that's Theo's handwriting." I stuttered while turning to her, staring at my name.

Her face grew pale and he eyes softened as she locked onto mine. She could see the hurt bubbling to the surface again. Why has he written a letter for me? Is it just to humiliate me?

"Do you want me to open it?" she offered holding her left hand out underneath my shivering hands. I could only nod as I felt a knot in my throat threatening to make me vomit; out of fear. She engulfed my hand with her warm and smooth hand as she grasped the letter.

We took a deep breathe almost simultaneously. She pulled out two chairs from the corner where we would eat our lunch. I dropped myself into the familiar seat & frantically searched Aprils eyes for something to tell me this was a dream. Nothing.
Too focused on the blur that was the window on the opposite wall I didn't realise she has opened the letter until she began to read it aloud:
"To Sophia,
I've know since the 2nd day of Geography in Year 11 that you had a crush on me, and since we're all grown up why not pursue it now? ;)
Meet me by the Car Park exit at the end of your shift, don't let me down.
Theo x"

"Theo...kiss" she sighs as she is visibly cringing and angry. Who does he think he is? He never showed a single bit of interest in me, laughed about me but still acted as my friend, used me as a distraction, left me to feel stupid for being upset about it and now he wants to meet up with me?!
"I don't understand. Who does he think he is? He doesn't have the right to just come stomping back into my life when he wants to!" I almost yell with a single tear escaping my eye and racing down my burning skin.
"Soph please don't let him get to you. Maybe this is a good thing? You could finally tell him out you use to feel and how he's made you feel" she says with a motherly tone, stroking my back.
"You're right...god he's had this coming for a good while" I spit wiping my face with the palm & back of my hand.

START THE SONG :)

For too long I've let these feelings brew. This could be just what I need to forget him. I can get on with my life without feeling like I've missed an opportunity to tell him how he made me feel. He sure as hell doesn't know by the sounds of it. What a cocky way to do it. The envelope looked cheap and it was written on a bit of notepad paper. Classy. He finally HAS to hear me out. I'm moving forward.

"Come on, Yvette won't be able to wait for you to serve her, she loves you. Don't let her down" she chuckles. Yvette is a regular here & I've never had any complaints or trouble from here. Actually, sometimes she asks for the manager just to praise me. She really is a saint. We've spoken about everything & she would tell me of her first heartbreak and love troubles. She has the amazing ability to keep me calm. And with her around there's no stress on me.

"Why do you always have to say the right thing? I don't deserve you" I smile as I wrap her in a hug.
"Oh shut up, you deserve the most. C'mon let's eat those pancakes" she squeaks as she stands and reaches for my now relaxed hands.

The syrup tasted more like a cube of sugar than it ever has. Who knew crying could change your tastebuds so much? This whole thing is just so bittersweet.

                    
Writers Note:
me again, hey. hope you like the update. I'm enjoying writing this :)
the song isn't absolutely necessary but i like it and think it fits. i'm writing while i'm away in England and it relaxes me a lot.
more to come.

happy reading, becka x