Jack
One call made me shave, take a bath, and change my clothes. All I do the next day is wait for four o'clock. I'm waiting for the phone to ring. And when it finally does, I pick up and hear Aiden's voice.
“Jack?”
“Yeah...”
I feel relief, there was a part of me that doubted Aiden would call today. But he did. And I allow myself to raise my hopes up a bit.
“We can meet at the cafe at 5. if it's okay with you.” Aiden says.
I try to guess Aiden's mood from the tone of his voice. I don't think he wants to meet just to say proper goodbye or that he hates me, does he?
For me it's a chance to explain myself, to say something more meaningful than “sorry”.
“I'll be there.”
I came early, and now I'm just pacing back and forth, trying to get my thoughts in line. But when Aiden shows up, all my words vanish. In daylight I see his eyes looking straight at me and again all I have to say is “I'm sorry”. Because I am.
“Hey...” Aiden hesitates.
“Hey...”