Not your Fairytale (on hold)

Talking it out.

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Cabel's POV

I grabbed the key of the room and went out to look for her. But I didn't have to. She was outside her best friend's room. Red really did follow the plan. I gave her my handkerchief but she didn't take it. She didn't even look at me. She just sat there. Hugging her knees and cried silently. I hate seeing her like this. I hate it when she cries. I hugged her but she didn't say anything. She didn't complain or anything. I offered the handkerchief again and she still ignored it. I couldn't help but feel bad.

Then I asked her, "Do you want to go inside? It's better to cry on a sofa than on the floor, right?" She looked at me with her red, slightly swollen eyes and stood up.

I opened the door and let her in. She sat down on the sofa but she stopped crying. She was just sitting there. Taking deep breaths to calm herself down and Thinking. She was always thinking. Always. After a moment of just sitting there in silence, She looked straight at me and only one word came out of her mouth.

"Explain."

There was something different about the way she talked. She's so detached. It's my fault, I know. But she doesn't understand. "Really? Okay. Thank you for hearing me out. I'll be completely honest. I promise you."

"Just go on with it. Enlighten me."

"Well, There are reasons why I did that. Though I don't see them valid, myself. I was lonely and before I could rationalize everything..." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to make my reasons sound right. No matter how I see it, I'm at fault. I was too selfish.

"You were so taken-up by your work and your friends and everyone else just seem to be too caught up in everything. You were all busy. And I didn't know when you were coming back and I couldn't stand being at home. I couldn't contact you because you're on the other side of the earth and I felt so alone. And I couldn't take it anymore. I know it's selfish but I just want you to be there. With me. For me. All the time. It's stupid, I know and I'm sorry. I know it's my fault and it was wrong of me to just leave you..."

She looked down at her lap, trying to hide her tears. "I miss you so much. It's hard coping up with everything without you."

It took her a minute before she spoke. "But I don't understand... We were so... Happy. And you could've just said no when I asked you if I could go to Milan. We're adults, Cabel. We're not in highschool anymore. We gotta give each other space. I love you. You know that. But why'd you do it?"

"I know it's low and wrong but, Baby, Trust me. I will never do that to you ever again. If I do, sue me . Okay?"

"Oh no. No. No. I won't trust you. Never again. Not just because you apologized. Face it, Patch. It's a little too late for us to start over." She shook her head in disagreement.

"Oh yeah? Really? So it's gonna be like this? Well... I'll prove you wrong. It's not too late yet. Let's start from scratch." I stood up and walked out the door and knocked after a minute or two.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I believe that the right question is 'Who's there?'"

"Oooh. This is where it's going. Well, who's there?" Sarcasm. What she does best. Ugh. Why does she have to be so impossible?

Well, It's now or never. "I'm Cabel. Someone called for room service."

"You're kidding me."

"No. Really. Open the door. It's room service."

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Cae's POV

I'm still thinking about everything. My mind was reeling. My thoughts, scattered. It was as if my mind was asking me questions I can't ask or answer.

Was our relationship worth a second try? Can I really trust him that much again? Does this have to happen on my first weekend off work? I am not liking this. Not one bit.

He was outside the door knocking and asking me to open the door for 'room service'. So I gave in and opened it. He was pushing a cart with two dishes, a pitcher of orange juice and water, mini cupcakes, and a vase with tall lilies.

He wasn't kidding after all. I was dumbstruck. He started speaking. "Ma'am, I think you should take a seat and enjoy the meal while it's still warm." He pulled the chair and said "Don't worry. You don't need to give me a tip. I just want you to enjoy this meal."

"You have got to be kidding me. What the hell is this all about?"

He just grinned and said "Like I said, I want us to start over. And just because I want to. Now, Come here and eat this meal. It's my peace-offering. Come on." He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the chair. "Please sit down, Sweetie."

"Stop calling me that. You sound like my mom. What's this food anyways?"

"Fine. But I do not sound like your mom. She calls you sweetheart. Not sweetie. There's a difference." He chuckled. "And that, SWEETIE, is your favorite food."

"No Shit, Sherlock. Of course it's my favorite dish. Why would anyone serve me something I don't like? And besides. That's not what I was asking. I was asking if that's any good or did you prepare it?"

"Why are you so mean to me? My mom will hear about this, meanie." He laughed at his own joke.

"Well, Go on. I'd like to see you cry and go to your mommy. Ha. Ha. And is this my Dinner?"

"Just eat. And Dinner? Well, No. It's too early for dinner." He lifted the lid and I saw lasagna and 2 toast points. Just how I liked it.

"Wha- Bu- How? Did Mildred tell you!?" He placed a plate in front of me.

He sat on the chair beside me, smiling, "Oh, come on! Give me some credit! We've been together for a year and whenever we go for lunch or dinner, it's lasagna or almost nothing on the menu." He poured juice in one glass. "That, and I ate nothing but lasagna for 3 days when you left for Milan. Non-Stop. Promise. Sometimes lunch, sometimes dinner. And I tried making the toast points myself until I finally got that result. It wasn't easy. It took me 3 loaves of bread to get that result." He said with a bitter smile.

"Really?" I started laughing at him. "You wasted 3 loaves of bread!?" He didn't say anything. No witty comeback or anything. He just looked at me while I laughed and closed his eyes for a second and he sighed but it was more of a sigh of relief than a sad sigh.

I guess.