I'm really sorry guys for not updating sooner. There was something wrong with Chapter 4 so I've re-uploaded it. Please forgive me. An enjoy.
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DAY 4

I woke up to a leafy filled smell in the bedroom as the open window flapped the lace curtains. I never remembered opening the window. As the breeze overthrew, it chilled my body and so I tucked myself into the covers only to remember the events of yesterday. I felt a tingle on my head but wasn't sure why.

It was time to face the truth and woman up to the situation. I got out of bed feeling quite dirty considering I had been wearing the same clothes for a day and night. I stretched and headed to get my car keys from the bedside table. I looked out of the front door of the cottage and there dressed in a raggedy painters outfit was Patrick.

My heart began to race and my hands started to clam up.

"Hi." He said with shyness to his posture.

"Hello." Silence; which meant I cringed.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

"As a matter of fact, I didn't." I lied in order not to let him win. Although it was a good catch up sleep, it was terrible since all I could think about was Patrick.

"Oh. Why's that?" Damn, he had to ask.

"Erm. There was a terrible draft. It kept me awake all night." I hope that was a good enough excuse.

"So why are you here anyway? Dressed in that ridiculous overall."

"Well, I thought you might have gone home by now and so I decided to fix up a few things. Maybe I should start with blocking up the draft."

"Yes, well. Carry on." I proceeded to walk straight past him in order to get to my car but he caught my arm and turned to look at me.

"Kat, please. Don't let it be like this. I hate this small talk between us. It doesn't feel right. I want us to go back to the way we were. Yes, I made a mistake and I'm truly sorry for it. We all make mistakes sometimes. It was terrible not being with you. My ex girlfriend was just a one off. She was desperate and I was vulnerable. I was actually talking to her about you. And how I thought I was losing you. When she saw that I was about to break down, she caught her opportunity and made the most of it. Kat, I'm begging you. Please forgive me."

I looked up towards his eyes as the brim began to blur with water and his cheeks flustered with red.

As I spoke my voice croaked.

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

I loosened his grip and jogged towards my car.

"And so am I." He whispered as the wind brushed my hair across my ear.

Back at home I felt sick. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry again, although I was sick of crying as well. I needed to get up and do something. In all honesty what I really wanted to do was talk to Patrick and tell him that as much as he hurt me I still loved him too. So I took out a pen and paper and decided to write him a letter in return to the one that he wrote for me.

Dear Patrick

The chances that you are reading this are very slim. If you are reading this then I must be saying goodbye or you've found this by accident.

I want to let you know that I love you also. What you did truly hurt me but your letter reminded me of our true feelings for one another.

It hurts me knowing that when I wake up in the morning you aren't there and that I can't call you. It hurts me knowing that you are actually apart of me and would go to such lengths just to make me happy.

I hate us fighting. It sickens me. I know that we're better than this and so I do forgive you. With all my heart and everything in it.

I don't want to leave you knowing that we had a disagreement and couldn't get along. It hurts too much.

I'm glad that you can be honest with me and tell me what you really feel. This relationship is nothing without trust, and we of all people should know that.

If I am gone and you're reading this, I want you to take care of Bianca for me. Look after everything I own, and that includes you.

Everything I do seems to be for you and has some sort of significance towards you. Even my death. I want you to see it as a positive. I'll always be there for you. In your heart so long as we're connected by the very fabric we call love.

I miss being with you and stroking your wild locks. I miss your smile and your booming laugh. I too want to go back to the way we were. It felt so natural and gave me a reason to wake up each day.

I'll never forget when I first had feelings towards you. It made me nauseous because I felt I was falling into a trap. Who knew that you'd be the passer by to release me from it?

So as I leave this note to you I'd like you to know

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. –Cathy, Wuthering Heights.

It's hard not to love you when my heart does. Keep my love close to you.

Love's Labour is never lost

Katarina 'Stratford' Verona.

As I finished the letter I felt much better. Like a huge weight had been lifted of our shoulders. I looked at my clock and it read 12:00. Great, midday and I didn't know what to do.

At this point my stomach growled at me.

"I guess it's time for lunch."

I got up and placed the note in my draw and headed down towards my car again. I seriously had to stop using this thing. Not only was I polluting the earth, I was spending a lot of money on gas. God I needed a job.

I headed downtown to "Frankie's Pizza Parlour". I used to remember coming here as a child with my mother. She hated fast food but would take me here as a treat every so often. I missed my mother. I felt I was lacking in a female influence in my life. Regardless of all the inspirational books that I read from the world greatest feminists, I still missed the idea of running home into my mothers arms. I wonder if she even thinks about me.

I pushed open the doors and headed straight for the counter.

The person behind it had a small sized hat on and bushy hair streaming from it. He looked a little like …

"Hi there. Errm, could I get a medium Hawaiian with a large sized Sprite?"

"Would you like fries with that?"

And with that he looked up at me and said

"Hey there Girl-y".

I couldn't believe it. Patrick worked here! I don't know if this was a sign but I was actually glad to see him. I couldn't help but smile at him in awe.

"So, do you want fries with that?"

"If I wanted fries, I would have asked for some".

"Fair point; Hawaiian and large sprite coming up."

I watched him as he trailed around and got my drink ready. As he handed it to me his fingers lingered on mine and he let go ducking his head. I felt another tingling sensation arouse within me.

My head was buzzing with the laughing children and office men on break from work. Everything was so vibrant and loud. I kind of liked this feeling.

I was woken up out of my day dream as the smell of pizza tranquilised me.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. So, did you get my letter last night?" He had a guilty look on his face.

"Yes, I did. I loved it very much. Thank you."

"You're welcome; again. Look Kat I really need to talk to you."

"You're right. I owe you $10.67."

"No it's not that. You can have this for free. I want to talk about us."

"What, the fact that you didn't tell me you were working at Frankie's."

"No, seriously. I need to talk to you." His voice started to thicken and so I decided to stop with the jokes.

"Sure. When are you free?"

"In exactly ten minutes. So I guess you should eat your food then when you're done we can talk."

"Okay."

I walked to the nearest table and took out three serviettes. I may have been eating in a fast food place but it didn't mean I was going to eat like I was in one. From my purse I took out my hand sanitizer and squirted my hands before I picked up the pizza from the tray.

I heard Patrick laugh at me and again I smiled.

Ten minutes rolled by as quick as one and I looked at the half eaten pizza before me. I guess I wasn't as hungry as I thought I was. I started to slurp the last of the soda and a hand reached out towards mine and picked up my trash.

I got up with Patrick and we went out of the parlour to the rear end of the building to where his car was parked.

I got in and rolled down the windows as the sun started to blaze through the sky.

"Look, I'm sorry…" we both said it at the same time and ended up chuckling.

"You first" I said before he had a chance to interject.

"Kat, the past day has been hell. No matter what I did I couldn't help but think about you. Even when I went to the cottage I was hoping you hadn't left even though I said I wish you had. I just wanted to see you again. A photograph can only go so far compared to the real thing.

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Candice xo