The next morning, I woke up at about 8:00. He wasn't awake, that I could tell. I was so mad at him! How could he do this to me? After all that I had said to him, the many times I had told him I loved him, he still did this. When I woke up, I began to cry again. I couldn't control myself, I was so depressed.
"Miss… er, Mrs. Wonka?"
It was Chocol. "Yes?"
"What is it, what's wrong?"
"It's Mr. Wonka. Last night he had too much to drink and he passed out up in my other place. I hate it when people get drunk on such special occasions. This night was the most important one in my life. I'm beginning to think that I made a big mistake."
"Oh my. I'm very sorry. I have to tell you that this isn't a mistake. You see, Mr. Wonka has been nervous the past week. He told me that he had to put away all of the wine and liquor we have so he wouldn't drink it. He is under a great amount of stress. He was afraid that you wouldn't want to marry him after what you said that day. He was really scared."
I started to cry harder. "I was nervous too, but I didn't do something stupid like this!"
"Yes, I know. When he wakes up, I know he's not going to want you to be mad at him. Please just try to forgive him for this. You can be mad at him if you want, but you have to realize that he is going to hate himself already. If you are mad at him, he is just going to feel twice as bad." Chocol left without another word.
I waited a couple of hours, until 10:00. I went up into my other place to find him sitting on my couch, wrapped up in the blanket. He seemed to be writing in one of my notebooks, looking very sad and depressed. I decided I didn't want to speak to him yet, so I left.
A half hour later, I could sense a presence behind me. I knew his presence. I didn't want it right now. "Go away."
"I just want you to have this." I heard a piece of paper hit the floor beside me, and he walked away.
'Bridget, I am very sorry for last night. I have no excuse, so I'm not going to make one up. Believe me, I feel horrible today. I just want you to think that I'm a good man. I understand you not wanting to speak to me, so I will leave you be. You have no idea how this makes me feel. I ruined your night. I know how important it was to you, and how much it meant. You don't have to forgive me if you don't want to, I will understand. I do not deserve your forgiveness after what I have done to you. I really do love you with all my heart, but after this it may not seem like it. Like I said, you don't have to forgive me, but I would appreciate it if you didn't hate me.'
"Oh my, what have I done?"
I ran into his room, where I saw him sitting on the other side of his bed. He was literally crying. I had only seen him do this once before, when I left after he got mad at me a long time ago.
"Mr. Wonka?"
"What?"
"May I speak with you?"
"Only if you want to."
I sat next to him and watched a tear run down his face. "Hey, it's alright. Don't cry."
"I'm so sorry Bridget."
"It's ok, don't worry about it. Come here." I held him close to me, with his head rested on my shoulder. I could feel that he was still crying, because I felt a warm wet spot on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry."
"Calm down, it'll be fine. That's all I wanted was a sincere apology. That's what I got from you, so I forgive you. If we are going to spend the rest of our lives together, we just have to get through this. We'll be ok."
