A week of coldly ignoring Kylo when he tried to call. Texts. Emails. Talks at work. It killed me inside, but I couldn't bare to see him. How did he not tell me? After everything I told him about.
My nights consisted of laying on the couch, eating cookies, and watching movies. It took my mind off of the hell I had to endure on Friday, when I had to turn in an assignment. To see him in person and discuss my work. I wanted nothing less.
I didn't hate him. No, I never could. I was simply hurt. This man of mystery I thought I had cracked down enough still had more layers of steel to break through. I needed my space from him. To figure myself out.
Would I be willing to fight for him? Or was it a lost cause.
On Friday morning, I stepped off the elevator at my floor and began towards my desk. I smiled and waved at Rose, who just gave me a small nod in return. After our night at the bar, they hadn't said anything to me. Rey knew me better. When I was ready to talk, I'd go to them.
I stopped in my tracks when I looked at my desk. A wrapped up sandwich and a coffee with a note on top of it. Before I even touched it, I swung around to Rose who was already looking at me with desperate eyes. "Did you do this?" I croaked out, feeling the heaviness in my voice.
She shook her head.
With a sigh, I put my things down and lifted the small piece of paper addressed to me. Except, it didn't say Aria.
Angel —
Cream, no sugar.
Forgive me, please. I miss you. I love you.
Ky
I felt tears brimming my lash line as I stared at his penmanship. His words written into the paper. Words I had seen and heard more than 100 times this past week alone. My heart raced as I thought of him. I missed him and loved him still, there was no denying that.
My gaze turned down to the food. A peace offering of sorts. It made me smirk, lightly chuckle even. Placing the sweet note to the side, I sat down and began my work. Taking bites and sips out of my gifted breakfast.
There was still a twinge of hurt I felt, but I was willing to look past it, as long as he was willing to talk. I knew he was broken, I couldn't fix him. I wanted to be there for him while he fixes himself, though.
My decision seemed so simple in that moment. I would forgive him. Look past it and help him. The excitement to see him later filled my heart.
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My assignment for that week was something I was used to. Simple magazine article based on a famous celebrity. Compiling the paragraphs into well-edited format was the easy part. The research was the work I dreaded. I hardly knew anything about this person, so my week was filled with learning about someone I didn't care about.
I found myself becoming distracted during the day, writing on a small notepad next to my desk. It started off with ideas here and there, but then turned into a whole outline for a novel. Editing and reading books all day long will do that to you. The storyline was one of fantasy and romance, something I had little experience with reading or writing. But the more I stared at the outline and my scribblings, the more I became fond with the thought of becoming an author.
It was a fleeting thought in my sea of ideas, but it was stronger than all the others. Maybe this was my calling instead of editing other people's work. I took the paper, filled with nonsensical paragraphs and words, and folded it up to put in my bag. Keeping it away from any prying eyes.
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Just Friends
FanfictionAria Moore and Kylo Ren are damaged. Damaged beyond belief. At first, seeing eye to eye seemed impossible. Aria loved everyone, Kylo could care less. But there was something they could agree on, no one needed to know about their personal lives. Both...