Made for me🖤

Part thirty two

Monae's POV

I released a deep breath and tucked my braids behind my ears as I walked to the window seat, sighing again. Everything is awkward and tensed not only between Michy and I but the whole house as well. Even Asabrewaa and the employees around have noticed it, they're beginning to as questions and I honestly don't know how to answer them.

Asabrewaa in particular, I can't just tell her my heart has been broken by the man who never proposed to me. You see how crazy and lame that is? He wasn't my boyfriend in the first place, I just caught some stupid feelings because of how he treated me and as a result of that, a huge gap has been created between us.

And truth be told I'm tired of the gap existing between us. I didn't want to admit this initially but living in this house doesn't feel the same anymore with Michy and I not talking avoiding each other.

I was the very same person who told him to stay away from me and now I'm regretting it, I can't take this hide and seek anymore and neither can I take this guilt that is eating me up lately. I've taken everything away from Michy, his house, his peace and his employees. He hardly stays at home now and when he is, he stays clear off me and the workers because I'm always around them to fill the void that is in my life due to his absence.

Last night he was supposed to come home but he didn't, I waited for him the whole night so like I talk with him. I was left disappointed, I only hope he comes home today, I'm determined to you know set things right between us again.

The reason being, I'm tired of what's going on, I miss him too. Ha, I never for once thought I'll say this but this house isn't a home without Michy in it, without him, this house is just a strange place I live in. I wanted to leave but my heart my body didn't want to so I let it be and stayed here.

Something caught my eye when I looked out of the window, I saw it clearly since my bedroom is on the third floor and facing the compound of the house. I blinked twice just to make sure I wasn't imagining things but when I opened it I saw the same thing.

Michy has gotten out of a car and was standing beside it with a lady who's back is to me, the both shared a hug and he kissed her before she got into the car and drove off. He turned back with a smile on his face as he walked into the house.

His girlfriend?

Yeah duh, who else, his mama?

I rolled eyes, my subconscious keeps getting sarcastic everyday. But back to what I just saw, she's definitely his girlfriend, the longing smile on his face after he turned back proves that she is. He's never had that kind of smile for me before. Why would he, I'm not his girlfriend.

I need to drill this in my head, he isn't mine! I wiped my nose as I realized I had been crying again.

To be so lonely by Harry my ringtone came off, stopping me from crying the more. I picked it up on the second ring, "hey."

"Come down for breakfast my dear." Asabrewaa said over the phone.

I nodded but said okay since she can't see and hanged up the call. I stepped out of the room and as I did, Michy's door opened, he was also stepping out of his. I glanced at him and saw his already on me, they lingered on my face briefly before he looked away. It was then I noticed the bags under his eyes and his stare sent a ripple of longing through me, I wanted to get closer to him and scold him for it but I held myself in check, backing away. We aren't friends anymore and I remember I told him I don't care for him so...

We walked to the elevator and stepped in at the same time. The ride was silent and tension thick in the air, I struggled to remain calm but deep inside I was going through a lot of battle. My brain was jammed up, I want to forgive him so we move on and be how we used to be but what I saw a while ago is still vivid in my head and coupled with the feelings I have for him I'm not sure he and I can be friends. I can't be just friends with him when I have this huge strange feelings in my heart for him, it's going to ruin our friendship because I'll always be expecting him to reciprocate what I feel for him.