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I remained silent for a little while as I tried to get my bearings, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I realized all that had happened. It was a terrifying combination of dread, loss, and hurt. I pounded on my chest to somewhat alleviate what I could of it, but this was expectedly fruitless, so I got up and went off to shower. I felt so weak, yet I couldn’t close my eyes or even linger in the stall because when I did, all I could think about was the previous night and the unbelievable way it had felt to be in his arms. It seemed as though the last week had been a year-long, so it was amazing to me that my entire world seemed to have shifted in the space of just a few days.
It made me so incredibly sad that by the time I exited the bathroom, my entire body felt unstable. My weakness seemed to intensify, and when I finally sat down to decide what to order, Irealized I didn’t have the appetite for anything whatsoever. Then I considered just opening a bottle of wine and emptying it so I could go to sleep, or perhaps I could catch up on my classes. I stared at nothing as I considered this until eventually, I settled on the fact that what I needed was something sweet to chase away the bitterness I currently felt in my life. Sophie’s sweet potato pastries came to mind, and I decided that what I wanted was to not be alone. Plus, we needed to talk anyway about how to seamlessly switch back to our own lives, and as I started to call her, at the last moment, I decided not to. Due to how upset she had been with me earlier, she was bound to be a tool on the phone and even refuse me to come over. But she was my twin sister, and if anyone had access to her, it was me. So, I picked up her house key and made my way out of the apartment.
I took a taxi and stared out the window all the way through, unable, as a result, to stop thinking about the man who had this same habit. He listened to nothing on his commute, and didn’t speak... all he did was hold his chin and think, and it was just one of the many things I realized that I liked about him.
Eventually, tired of keeping him in mind for my mental stability, I shook my head to dispel any further thoughts about him and pulled out my phone to begin searching for a new assistant job to fill up this one that I had just most definitely lost.
Eventually, I arrived at Sophie’s apartment and didn’t even bother knocking. Just as I turned the door key, however, I heard her call from inside. "That better be a burglar because if it's you, then just leave. I don’t want to deal with you right now."
Rolling my eyes, I pushed the door all the way open and headed in. Just as expected, she was curled up on her sofa with a humongous blanket and with a tub of ice cream in her arms. She was watching Sex and the City, and as I noted the cozy, sweet-smelling apartment, I knew that I had made the right decision by coming over.
Immediately, I headed over to her and grabbed the blanket, and in no time, I was under the covers with her. She frowned deeply and almost tried to kick me out, but I refused to budge and got as comfortable as possible. Through it all, she glared at me until she finally accepted that I wasn’t going anywhere. She watched me then, and when she finally noticed my droopy expression, she understood I wasn’t okay.
"Here," she handed me her bottle of wine, and as I stared at the half-full bottle of wine she offered, I was amused.
"Why not just pour me a glass?" I asked.
"You look like you need more than a glass," she replied, and I didn’t have any arguments whatsoever to counter this. And so, I took the bottle from her and took a healthy drink. I immediately felt better, but when I eyed the cookies on her plate, I immediately asked for more.
"Did you just bake those?" I asked as I held out my hand, and although reluctant, she handed one over to me.
"No," she replied. "I meant to, but I got exhausted, so I just used the store-bought mix that I already had."
"How is it?" I asked as I took a bite, and she didn’t bother responding to me. Smiling, I tasted a bite, and it was just as heavenly as I had imagined. Coupled with the wine, I was beginning to feel so, so much better. She, however, only watched the show for a few more minutes before eventually muting it and turning to face me fully.
"Let's talk about things tomorrow," I told her before she could say a word. However, she refused.
"No," she said. "Things are quite a mess right now. In short, I was just about to call you or even come over again, but I was still pissed at you. We need to resolve everything that has gone wrong so that I can know where I stand because currently, it feels as though I am unemployed. In short, I’m a hundred percent sure I have been fired.” Her rage flowed over me. “If he’seven feeling half of what you're feeling right now, then maybe I won’t be so easily dismissed."
"He approved me leaving the way I did," I groaned. "Unless you tell him he agreed with your twin and not you, then you have nothing to worry about."
"Hm," she said, and I wondered what she was thinking about. She soon explained.
"Do you think he knows?" she asked, and I was a bit surprised to hear this.
"If he did, would we be... I mean... would things be as calm as they currently are?"
"He doesn't throw tantrums when he’s mad," she said. "Instead, he plots his revenge very slowly and carefully."
Her words made chills run down my back, but I tried my best to hide it as I asked, "What kind of revenge?"
"Well, right now, what I am almost a hundred percent sure of is the fact that the moment I go to work next, whenever that is, I will probably not even be let into the building. I would probably be given my dismissal letter at the reception and politely told to get the heck out."
"Why would you think he would do that if he doesn’t know?"
"I don’t know anything right now, Scar," she said. "All I’m focusing on at this moment is enjoying my evening, and you should do the same as well."
I followed her advice for a little while, but eventually, I couldn’t help but speak again.
"You’re not mad at me anymore?" I asked, my tone lowered and sheepish.
"Good assumption and a very sneaky way of framing the question," she said, and I almost laughed out loud. We were quite different generally speaking, but sometimes it was as though she read my mind.
I watched her for a few seconds and then decided to frame it the right way.
"Are you still mad at me, then?" I asked.
She hesitated in responding, but eventually, and without looking at me, she turned her face to the muted television screen as she spoke.
