Two Letters That Change Everything

Epiphany

Good morning, my ickle princess.

I went to pick up some lavender tea. I won't take long.

xx

Florence

He chuckled as he adjusted himself against the headboard. Judging by the warmth that emitted from Florence's side of the bed, she must've gotten up only recently.

Rubbing the sleep away, he made his way to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Once done, he strolled to the kitchen and prepared to make breakfast.

As soon as he decided on waffles, Florence's favorites, the doorbell rang through his ears. He shook his head and giggled, thinking it was the girl in question.

"Flo, why am I not surprised that you forgot your k--"

The words died down in his throat, the sight in front of him wiping the smile on his face. Jade-colored eyes came unexpectedly into view along with a timid smile rather than the exasperated scowl he was hoping to see.

"Good M--"

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Callum interrupted bitterly, every letter accentuated with venom and every syllable with anger.

It had been a blissful month. Painful, no doubt, but blissful with Florence holding his hand and guiding him through the pain. It took the boy quite some time before he allowed the anger to dissipate and began to speak about the wound that stretched across his heart.

But the moment he saw Daphne, everything rushed back like violent waves provoked by a storm. And Callum found himself drowning in pain, reaching out for anyone to pull him back to the surface. But it seems that his lifeguard was nowhere close to appearing.

Expecting the rigidness of his body and the ticking of his jaw, Daphne lifted her head higher and pushed herself to keep on going. "Can you let me in so we could talk?"

How delirious was that woman? he pondered on the thought, his fingers moving involuntarily to play with the band of his engagement ring.

When he made no move to step away, the girl decided to try and walk inside. However, an arm shut out roughly, and Callum pressed his palm against the doorframe. A squeal escaped the blonde's lips. "Don't you dare! This is Florence's apartment, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want you here."

"Actually, she's the one who told me to come." The boy stiffened further if that were even possible. "She left you a note saying that she needed to get tea. Lavender," Daphne added when she saw the disbelief in his eyes at the first sentence.

He sighed dejectedly and lowered his arm, allowing the girl to enter. He was going to reprimand Florence the moment she got back.

The ex-couple walked to the living room, taking seats opposite to one another. The boy's eyes instinctively darted towards Daphne's ring finger, but he felt nothing at the sight of her engagement ring resting in the exact same place he had left it.

A part of him wondered if she was here to return it. But he didn't have to worry about it longer because the girl cleared her throat. "I'm here to apologize for what happened at the wedding. What I did wasn't right."

Daphne's inability to beat around the bush knocked the air out of Callum's lungs. It was way too early to deal with her; he didn't have his coffee yet.

"Which part exactly? The one where you left or the one where you forced my best friend to leave?" he sneered.

"Both," she sighed, peering at the boy in front of her. She wanted to hold his hand and interlace their fingers together, but it was no more than wishful thinking. He wouldn't allow her to do that. "Look, Callum, what I did was wrong, and believe me when I tell you it was never my intention to harm you. I was just scared."