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Here I was, standing at her door, I felt like my feet were planted there, millions of thought passing through my head. I had no idea what to make of this, or how to react to this.

Before coming to knock on her door I had thought everything through, I didn't want to be caught off guard. I prepared myself for all the possible reactions she could have at seeing me, anger, apathy, sarcasm, cruelty, anything. I had even though of 'happy to see me', although I knew that was a long shot.

I expected anything but certainly not this….

I had been planning months for this. What really took so much time was finding her.

After what had happened a year ago, Sookie up and disappeared, she literally left everything behind, her apartment, her job, her friends… everything.

She was nowhere to be found, I knew she was hurt, and that I was the reason, but I had no idea it was that bad. That had made me hate myself even more.

No one had any idea where she was, but I knew the key to finding Sookie was my brother, my stepbrother Felix.

Sookie and Felix had been best friends for as far as I could remember, they had met in Princeton, and were inseparable since then.

When she more or less vanished, Felix stopped talking to me… for 6 months.

I had it coming. I deserved it.

Felix had sworn up and down he had no idea where Sookie was, but I knew better, I knew that Felix would be the only person she would trust.

Not one to be fooled by my younger brother, I hired a private investigator to follow Felix around every time he left the city. It took a while but the results were more than satisfying.

I had found her, but knocking on her door was a whole other challenge, I flew to Louisiana (yes she left New York to go to Louisiana. That's just how much I fucked her up) I rented a car and drove to the address I was given. I couldn't get out of the car if it were on fire. So I did the freakiest thing ever, I watched her, stalkerish much?

She was as gorgeous as ever; flaunting her curves like it was no one's business. Most importantly, she was happy, I could see it, she didn't look careless, but she looked happy, happier than I had ever made her. That just made getting to her doorstep harder.

After finding my balls again, I made it to her door; Sookie was now living in a beautiful country style house. It was a stark contrast to her New York apartment, but it screamed Sookie nonetheless.

When she opened the door in her apron, she looked good enough to eat.

I knew she was baking; as soon as she swung the door open, the smell filled up the doorway. She always loved to bake, saying that the smell was the real motivation, and she always baked more when she was stressed; saying it was therapeutic. I could never get that but as long as I could eat the goods, I was all for it.

After registering everything, I saw the strangest look in her eyes. I was almost taken aback; she looked at me like she didn't know me.

She didn't.

Through our conversation I was waiting for her to crack up laughing and tell me it was some bad joke or something, but the look in her eyes told me better; she really didn't know me.

She swung the door, slamming it in my face. I knew that the look on my face was priceless.

I couldn't move, I thought of knocking again, but I just couldn't see her look at me like that any more. It hurt.

I wanted to talk to Felix, but I knew a phone call wouldn't do it, so I took the first plane out of Shreveport to New York.

I was still stunned, I had no idea what to think, what to make of this clusterfuck, and more importantly how to feel; pissed, disappointed, relieved she wasn't angry….. But I was as tense as hell.