[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]

6.

I saw her out the corner of my eye taking to Kyle. Even though she'd let her hair go back to brown and it was longer now, all tied up in a high ponytail, I knew it was her. I didn't want her to know I'd seen her. She'd made it obvious that she didn't want to see or speak to me and I wasn't going to force myself on her. When, or if, she wanted to speak to me, she knew where to find me. I wondered if she'd received the divorce papers yet? I wondered if she still went by my last name? I wondered if that was the reason she was avoiding eye contact with me? I sighed heavily. I just wished the dust would settle on one aspect of my life.

But just knowing she was around made it hard to concentrate. I tried to stay out the way, but Ed was performing right after us so we were all in the same backstage holding area. I watched silently as she spoke to her brother and Will, catching up on everything we'd all done in the last four months.

'Go talk to her.' Kyle whispered. I knew what he was doing. I'd seen him do it to her earlier.

'She doesn't want to talk to me. I've tried.'

'Try harder.' He nudged me.

'Whats the point? She doesn't want to see me.'

'You're an idiot.' He groaned and walked away. I took my phone from my pocket and pretended to be busy. Anything to distract from this painful situation.