“Thank you.”
“Can I come in?” He waves his hand toward the door, and I step aside, allowing him entry.
As he walks in, the crackle of energy that comes in with him makes my body come alive with heat.Heat that washes over me, starting from the top of my head, working its way down to the tips of my toes.
Swallowing against the lump in my throat, I close the door.
“Didn’t realize you still made these,” I state, holding up the angel.
“Not all the time.” He looks around the room, then turns back to face me.“Nice place, suits you.”
“Thanks. What do you want?”
Although my voice is meek and cautious, it pushes against the awkward silence threatening to fill the space between us.
“I wanted to see you, Candace.To apologize.”
“Oh?”
“I’m sorry for all that happened.Everything. I don’t expect you to accept my apology, but I’m saying it anyway, whether it matters or not.”
There’s so much I have to say to him.A lot of it would make him feel worse, then make me feel bad, or like I was being a bitch for refusing to understand what he was going through.
There’s so much I feel I need to get off my chest, but when I really think about it all, none of my concerns matter.He’s here to apologize, and that’s it.
He’s not asking for another chance, and I’m not even contemplating such a thing.
He’s not here to tell me he wants me back and since I have to focus on my life, nothing I have to say from the myriad of shit racing through my mind will matter.Even if my stupid heart insists on holding on to him, it doesn’t matter.This visit is just closure, maybe for both of us.
“Okay,” I say, and his jaw tightens and squares.
He’ll know things aren’t okay between us.The slaps to his cheeks yesterday spoke more than anything I’ve said tonight.There's nothing more we can say to each other that won't cause an argument or more hurt.
“Okay…” His lips press into a thin line of displeasure, but he nods acceptance.“Enjoy your date.”
Date…
That throws me, but I don’t allow him to see.I guess he did hear me talking to Jacques after all.
While he looks like he came for a longer talk than the two minutes we’ve spent, he walks out, leaving.
I stare at the empty trail he leaves behind for far too long, then at the angel in my hands, trying to figure out where I’m supposed to go from here.
This is it. That was it. The end of us, and it should be so.Dominic told me not to wait and his note was very clear about what we weren’t anymore.
Not together.
That’s the part I have to work with and accept that Dominic and I were never meant to be.