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I should have done that a long time ago. God, it felt good.
I have no problem imagining what Sara’s face looks like. Bewilderment and shame, and a bit of self-criticism.
It’s honestly the best reaction, especially when you put entitled people in their place. I just wish I’d been able to enjoy it for a second.
This little interaction only reminds me the type of person Sara is and that maybe I should give no credit to what she says. I know I have fallen hard for Noelle and staying away is hell. Love is precious and I was lucky to find it a second time. Should I throw it away just because of the words of a scorned woman? That would be a giant mistake.
I have to know what really happened inside that pantry and I need to know now. Picking up my stuff, I head out the door. It’s five o’clock, so maybe I can still catch her at her office.
But when I get there, Noelle is gone for the day.
I decide to head to her place.
When I get there, I knock on her door. This is a conversation that is long overdue.
When she opens the door, she seems weary.
“Hey. Everything okay?” She asks shyly. “I’ve called and texted a couple of times but you haven’t been answering.”
“I had a lot on my mind. Just had to take a couple of days for myself.”
She nods. “Uh, I was worried so, that’s why I reached out. I’ll give you your space next time. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered you. I’m sorry”
“It’s okay. Look. Can we talk for a bit?”
Again, she nods. “Of course.”
She steps away from the door to let me inside. Her whole demeanor screams hurt and dejection. Fuck, it’s all my fault.
I’ve got to fix this.
"Noelle." I turn to her the second she closes the door.
She looks back at me. Her eyes are so sad. "Yeah?"
Mortified, I close my eyes and rub my aching temples. With a sigh, I say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ghost you."
She lowers her eyes. "It’s okay. It’s not like you owe me anything."
Walking past me into the living area, she asks, “Do you want anything?”
I shake my head and she heaves a heavy breath and sinks to the couch, staring at the untouched mug of tea in front of her. Must be getting cold.
“I need you to tell me everything that happened that day, please. I need to know. Were you really rejecting him? Or did I stop something that I shouldn’t have?”
All my strength leaves me with those words and I sit down next to her.
“How can you ask me that?” she whispers. “I’ve never felt more afraid in my life than at that moment. I was trapped, I was powerless. All I wanted to do was run, hide, cry, scream, at him, at myself, at anyone that would listen and stop him from saying those things. From…” she shivers.
I feel like a monster for ever doubting her as I watch each tear leave a track down her face. She is hugging herself, sobbing now. And it’s all my fault. Again.
I love this woman, but it seems all I can do is hurt her over and over again. I need to make this right.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just had to be sure. You shouldn’t have to go through that and you shouldn’t then have to endure an interrogation from me. I guess I was just…” Insecure? Jealous? Being a dick?
She remains silent.
“I guess I for a second there I wondered if maybe you were looking for something else. Someone else. And that threw me off, I guess. I’m sorry I was insensitive. I didn’t mean to question your integrity, I just had to make sure. Please understand.”
