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Even though we had not spoken since that day, I wasn’t worried. I knew that Hazel would come around eventually. The feelings between us were too strong, plus we had so much history together. How could she not take me back? Besides, by being here every day, I figured I was making every effort possible to show her I was keeping my word.
With all the extra time I had been given there on my return, I buckled down and concentrated on my writing. I was close to finishing my novel and was really excited about that. I stopped writing for a second and thought about Hazel, hoping that I would get the opportunity to talk about my book with her some more. I wonder how she is doing with her own book? All of this time away from her had also given me time to reflect on things that I had done, as well as ways that I had behaved in the past.
I was suddenly filled with regret as I realized that since we had reconnected at the retreat, I never once asked my love about her book or the progress she was making. It probably seemed to her like I didn't care. I recalled how she would always ask about my work and listened to me talk on and on about it. She never complained. That was another thing I needed to make up for.
I had gotten up a little too early one morning. By the time I had finished writing a few chapters and reflecting on the ways I could have treated Hazel better, I noticed I only had thirty minutes left until our writers’ group. It was one of our last few meetings, so I knew everyone would be there. I rushed through my showering and shaving that morning. After dressing quickly, I hurried downstairs. Some of the other group members had already gathered.
I could see Hazel talking and laughing with a couple of them. I stood by myself since I hadn't taken the time to connect with the other writers in the group like she had, so I thought it was best to avoid them. At that moment, I was content to just watch Hazel enjoying herself. She had truly become a remarkable young woman.
A voice next to me suddenly interrupted my thoughts. “Watching your girl, huh?” The voice asked in a mocking tone.
After turning to see who it was that had spoken to me, I rolled my eyes when I saw that it was Hazel's friend Jay. Ever since I had returned to the resort, the jerk had gone out of his way to mock my relationship with Hazel to my face every time he saw me.
“You know, Hazel and I got to be very close while you were away,” he persisted, trying to taunt me into doing something stupid again. I wasn't falling for it. I wasn't going to screw up and lose Hazel again.
Instead, I just shook my head, gave him a scornful look, and walked off. I ignored him for the rest of our group time, but I could feel Jay glaring at me from across the room.
A couple of writers approached me and inquired about my book. I spent the rest of my time talking with them, but I continued to keep an eye on Hazel. After the group was over, I watched her walk back up to her room. I desperately wanted to follow her and be near her but sighed and went out for lunch instead. I knew if I wanted this to work, I needed to be patient and have faith. This was going to be extremely difficult.
After lunch, I went back up to my room. I watched a little tv and got some more writing done. Without Hazel my days were empty. I tried to fill them with work to make the time pass faster, but it was mostly depressing.
A few days later, I was sitting at my desk trying to write, but I seemed to be stuck. I had rewritten the same paragraph three times, but it still didn't sound right. I got so frustrated I threw my pen down in anger and yelled out. A few seconds later, I heard a soft knock on my door. Muttering under my breath, I stomped to answer it. I yanked it open then froze when I saw Hazel standing there.
I gasped in disbelief. She gave me a little smile and asked, “Can I come in?”
I blinked a few times, still shocked to see her standing there. “Yes! Come in!” I said excitedly, then I closed the door behind her.
She walked inside and stood nervously in the middle of the room. I watched her anxiously. I wondered if I was about to hear her decision. “I hope you don't mind, but I came to talk to you about my book,” she told me.
