Healing Melody (Very Slow Updates)

14. Embrace Spring

I peek outside and see Malcolm at the kitchen counter eating the food I made him.

I look down at my phone again.

The two blue ticks indicated on my idiotic photo, with no reply in sight, couldn't convey a rejection any better.

I lightly pad to Malcolm's side and tug on his sleeve, waiting for him to turn to me before speaking.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" I sigh with a solemn expression.

"Yes." His response comes immediately.

It takes a second for his answer to sink in, then I smack him on the back of his head several times.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Stop!" He guffaws and covers his head with both hands.

"Be serious for a second will you?!"

"Fine, fine. What's wrong?"

"He said he would call, but he didn't! And he's even blue-ticking me!"

"You mean Greg-"

"Why!? Am I repulsive?!" I talk over him and start pacing around, feeling enraged—but at him, or at myself?

"Gigi–"

"And he said all those things! He has to take responsibility of what he said right!?!"

"Well–"

"Right Mal!?!" I use both hands to grab him by his collar and yell into his face.

Okay, I guess the wine is still very much in my system.

"First of all, there's this thing called personal space." He wipes away some spittle on his face and I release my death grip on him.

"Secondly, if you're ugly then Beyoncé is my wife."

I look at him flatly. "That has got to be the worst–"

"Shh shh! I'm not done yet." He stops me with his annoying index finger which I almost chomp right off his hand.

"Lastly, patience is a virtue. Good things come to those who wait."

"Did you get that from Pinterest again?" I roll my eyes.

"Hey! Don't take my glory away like that! And I'm now about to give you the advice you so desperately seek!"

"Which is?" I raise both brows in an unimpressed manner.

"Give Gregory there some time and don't jump to conclusions. Maybe he's busy. He's the CEO of Craig Corporation for fuck's sake."

"Wow, you're defending him now? I thought you didn't like him." I shoot him a skeptical look.

"I'm bound to be wary around someone who you secretly went out on a date with."

I fondle my hair as guilt comes knocking. "Well, I didn't want you to be offended that I went on a date but rejected all the ones you arranged for me." Yeah, he arranged blind dates for me before.

"I'm more offended you didn't tell me. And I'm not defending him. I'm just stating facts."

I sigh for the hundredth time today. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right. Now go away Puss Puss."

After bidding him goodnight, I fall asleep easily thanks to Malcolm's words of wisdom, but honestly, it's probably because of a whole fucking bottle of wine.

*******

I clench my fists, staring daggers at the calendar on my work desk.

Well, happy hump day to you too.