Here is part two of Christmas Regrets; I'm going for daily updates. The final chapter will be uploaded on Christmas Day. Enjoy!
The past comes back to haunt you.
I've heard that saying so much in my life, I eventually became oblivious to it, and it's meaning.
But it does. It comes back to haunt you. And it does so, when you least expect it.
And now as I sip on this cold coffee, it is one of those times I least expect anything.
Especially his little sister to walk through the door.
I startle, my entire body stiffening as I try to calculate my chances of avoiding her in order to escape out the door. The chances are slight, but they are still there; and I am determined to achieve my mission.
I grip my bag tightly, leaving the cup of cold coffee on the table as I lean to sit on the edge of my seat, my eyes never leaving her petite figure.
Her eyes glance around the room quickly, and I am glad there is an elderly couple hiding me from view.
I hear her musical voice over the quiet lament of Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" asking if she could use the facilities.
I fight a gasp as her voice brings back so many memories. So many. I fight them, focusing on escaping out the door.
I glance over her designer rain coat, her wooly scarf and knitted beanie and I bite my lip to hide a smile. Nothing's changed.
She's still the same Alice.
And as I dart out the door as soon as she is out of view, I sigh in relief.
She's still the same Alice.. but I am not the same Bella.