Prompt: Missing
He looks over at her, her gaze slips from the computer screen to him, but then she looks away again.
"How are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm fine," she says automatically, "Mac's the one being held hostage."
"That's not what I meant."
She doesn't look at him, not even slightly this time, "We're at work."
"That excuse is getting old."
She snaps the file in front of her shut and turns on him so fast he almost steps back, "Okay," she says, "How am I doing since you told me you cheated on me? That's the real question you're asking, right?"
"Linds…"
"Isn't it?"
He nods, "Yes."
"And I'm guessing imbedded in that lovely question is you asking whether or not I've forgiven you yet. Am I missing anything?"
He shakes his head.
"Okay then to answer your first question, no, I am not okay. I'm the opposite of okay. Despite the fact, that I sit here composed everyday like I'm perfectly fucking fine, inside my heart feels like someone has shredded it, which I guess isn't far from the truth. When I go home at night and I don't have to work to distract me I spend most of my time crying into my pillow and trying not look at the pictures of us I have scattered everywhere. I sleep in an old t-shirt you left at my place and I generally fall asleep a mess wishing I'd never met you."
"Lindsay, please don't…"
"So, no, not okay and to answer your next question." She came closer, her eyes, sad and lost glaring into his, "No, I haven't forgiven you and I never will. So stop calling, stop sending flowers and chocolates and fucking teddy bears like I'm going to just forget what happened. We're done Danny, so you should just get used to it. Or no, maybe you should get used to missing me for a while; god knows I did enough missing you."
He listens to her heels click against the floor as she stomps out.
He wishes he'd never spoken at all.