What if

Chapter 22

It's been four days to be exact since I saw him.

I haven't left the house not even once, I didn't want to see anyone, my phone has been switched off ever since Friday.

I didn't want anyone's pity, I saw the way they looked at me.

It's all over now. I know it is.

They say I've changed. I know I did.

I'm not the same person he left two years ago.

I'm grateful for having Sam in my life, because I know without him I wouldn't have survived, he gave me strength I didn't know I had in me, I had to be better for him, and I tried.

Sam was having his midday nap, and I was preparing dinner when I heard a knock on the door.

I hated the fact that I don't have a peephole in the door,

"Who is it?"
"Dylan." It's Dylan. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my palms sweating. Why is he here?

"Audrey, open the door please." He begged, he sounded a bit tired his voice sounded a bit different.

"Why ?" I asked. I don't want to see him. I want to forget him.

He was my first love, my first in everything. Something about that makes it hard to just forget him. He gave me a son. It's the one thing I'm truly thankful for, I love him even more for that. But he left me, he left me when I needed him the most.

"I need to talk to you." His voice was calm.

My first instinct was to ignore him, but if he kept knocking he'll wakeup Sam.

I opened the door.

"There's nothing to talk about."
I knew there was so much to talk about but as soon as I saw him I didn't want to talk to anymore.

"Hi." He smiled a half smile.

"Hi." I said it too low I didn't even hear myself.

"Can I come in?" He asked. He was acting so differently.

I nodded.

"Where's Sam?" He asked.

"He's sleeping."

I felt the tension in the room building up.

He sat down and he motioned me to do the same.

I sat at the farthest chair, trying my best to keep the distance.

He stayed silent for couple of minutes before he started talking.
"You lost weight." He stated.

"Are you here to talk about my weight?" I asked. I wanted to get it over with before Sam wakes up.

He smiled a smile that didn't quiet reach his eyes, he looked tired like he haven't slept for a week, the bags under his eyes prove that.

"I don't know how to start this." I felt his eyes on me.

"Look if you came to apologize, there is no need for that." I told him and I meant it, an apology is not what I wanted to hear.

"You're not helping me here." He sounded hurt.
"I don't care."
"I still lo-"
"Please stop." I didn't want to hear him say it, it was too late for that.
"What happened to you!" He angrily said.
Is he seriously asking me this right now?

"Hell, you don't even look at me when I'm around, you sit far away like I'm some sort disease." He sounded disappointed.

"Are you serious right now?" I asked.