It's Not Too Late to Apologize | d.d

chapter six

'Are we still on for coffee today?' David texted me this morning.

'David.... you hate coffee.' I texted back, being awoken by his text.

'How would you know that if we're starting over?'

'Our usual spot?'

'Sure.'

I threw my blanket off of me and got out of bed. I trudged to my bathroom and turned on the light. Seeing myself in the mirror was odd. I had been covering up all the mirrors in my apartment for the last three months because that was what my therapist advised, but last night I decided to uncover them. I saw myself in a new light, like I truly appreciated myself.

  I quickly showered, trying to avoid falling asleep in the shower. I avoided my blow dryer and just pulled my hair into a messy bun. I walked over to my closet and found an old t-shirt from high school that read 'Property of Vernon Hills High', I also pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a random pair of shoes I found. I put Max in his crate and walked out the door.

  "So how's Max?" David asked after I got my coffee. It was just a question to fill in the silence.

  "He's really good." I responded after taking a sip of my coffee. "He's getting big. The vet says he's almost fully grown."

  "That's good." David responded, smiling down at his boba tea.

  "I think he misses you. I think he misses the energy he had when you were around. I think he especially misses Nat's makeup brushes."

  David chuckled at my statement.

  "How's therapy?"

  He sounded almost scared of the question, like I would have a breakdown at the mention of the word, 'therapy'.

  "Therapy's going really well. I feel better than I have in a while. I think I'm actually starting to feel again."

  The last part was a joke, but the look on David's face tells me that he thought I was serious.

  "It's a joke David." I reassured him, lightly rolling my eyes. "How is everyone?"

  "Everyone's good. They miss you. I miss you." David responded, whispering the last part.

  "I miss everyone, too."

  I ignored the last part, assuming he didn't want me to hear it.

"Have you talked to Liza, lately?" I asked, staring at my coffee and tracing the edges of the cup.

"No." He answered, watching me as I played with my cup. "I think she wants nothing to do with me."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because, I'm your friend and I feel bad for you."

"Feel bad for me?"

"That's not what I meant Dave."

"That's what it sounded like you meant."

"I'm truly sorry, honestly David."

I wanted to take his hand in mine, but I knew that wouldn't be right.

"I have to go." David said standing up from his spot. "I have to film."

  I wanted to try everything to get him to stay, just to hear him keep talking, but something told me to sit and stay as I watched David walk out the door of our usual coffee spot.