Author's Note: I wrote this right after submitting Ch. 2 and I'm really happy with it. In Ch. 4 I'm including the scene that inspired me to write this whole thing. So look out for it! Thank you for the support!
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"Ok." Rose huffed, after they'd both picked up their drinks at the only Red Rocket Café in the city's core. She sat across from John at their small table, playing with the straw in her iced black tea. "I need to know what's going on in that head of yours John. Why so welcoming? What I did was horrible, and I felt bad about it every day for two years."
For a moment John looked at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing like he was unable to form his desired sentence. Suddenly he'd looked down at her again and Rose gulped at the intensity in his gaze. She closed her eyes in preparation for...anything really. Tears, screaming, coldness.
"What? Only two years?" John chuckled. Rose eyes snapped open and her temples had throbbed in anger. She couldn't believe he was joking about this. Had she been the only one affected by how they split up? Did John never care? Rose knew it wasn't truly her place to be mad but goddamn it, the two hadn't parted on exactly fine terms. In fact she remembered that on their graduation day when she had tried to apologize
again
, John had stared at her with cold eyes, shook his head, and said "enough."
"Oh my god! Will you stop laughing? My anxiety is actually going to make me explode." She sipped on her drink to stop her from cussing him out.
He tries my third nerve
she'd thought, staring at him try to muffle his chuckles,
and I've only got two
.