Long time no see or read… anyway… here's chapter three hope you like what you read.
So enjoy! ;)
Cath's Pov
I sit here in my office watching the wall clock, a duck wall clock by the way. I concentrate. Only two more minutes and it's exactly two days ago since I found out about Sara and Anna, since Sara broke my heart and since I lost all my hope.
That's quite much for a conversation which didn't last longer than five minutes.
I sigh and bury my head in my hands.
"This is so messed up... so fucking messed up.", I murmur close to tears.
In one swift movement I clear my desk by throwing all which is on it on the floor. All the paperwork which I did, desperately hoping it would distract me from my pain and my sorrows, the picture of me and Lindsey, stupid ducks the day shift supervisor is putting everywhere and other things which aren't supposed to be on the floor right now. I feel my composure crumble as I get up from my chair to pick up the mess.
I am about to pick up a file when it hits me.
That yesterday was probably the last chance I had and it was for nothing. Sara is trying to move on. Even worse, is willing to move on to be finally happy. And I can't blame her for that. All she was with me or without me is unhappy.
I slide down the wall behind me and begin to sob uncontrollably.
All I want to do is to lay down and sleep and never wake up. I never thought that all this is really true. That unrequited love is doing all this to you. The sleepless nights and if you get sleep you only dream of her, the wish to crawl into a hiding place and never come out, the need to stay away from others... I never thought that all this is true.
But apparently it is.
I am still sitting with my back against the wall when I hear a knock. One glance at the clock tells me that I've almost been here for my entire shift.
Unrequited love, obviously, also let's you forget time and place,
I try to tidy up while simultaneously trying to hide the fact that I was crying.
"Hold on a sec!", I throw over my shoulder when I throw the files and papers in an unorganized stack on my desk again.
Whilst running my hand through my hair I make my way over to the door. With one last breath I open the door and force myself to smile.
"Hey.", Nick greets, passing me by and takes a seat in front of my desk.
God, I feel annoyed.
Normally I wouldn't. He's a friend. It's okay if he takes the freedom and takes a seat.
God, he just sat down, why I am so annoyed about it?
'Probably because you try to avoid other people? It isn't because he sat down, it's because he is in your office while you just wanted to drown in self-pity.', I answer the question for myself.
"Hey", I answer back while I make my way over to my chair.
"I didn't see you the whole shift, wondered if you were even here, so I thought I come by and say hello.", he explains his visit only to continue, "Me and Rick want to go out and have something to drink, you're up for it?", he asks cheerfully, way too cheerfully for me.
"Nick...", I start.
"Ah, I know what comes now... Come on Cath! When was the last time we went out and had fun? You have to come with us!"
"I don't think that I am...", I start again and look up only to see him pouting like a three year old.
"Pleeeeease...", he whines.
I really don't want to go out and I really don't want to go out with other people, even if they are my friends. On the other hand I need distraction and a drink would afford that distraction.
And before I can think about it even more I hear myself saying "Okay, count me in.", and smile slightly at Nick.
"Great, so we'll meet at that club down the strip. We've been there before, you remember?", he asks already standing up and walking back to the door.
"Yeah, I remember.", I say.
"Good, we'll probably be there before you so we'll just wait inside.", he says giving me one last look before taking the doorknob in his hand and opening the door.
"Okay, see ya later.", I say letting out a huge sigh when the door finally closes again.
I let myself sink back into the chair and wonder why I said yes when all I wanted to do is drown in self-pity the whole evening. Before I waste another thought about I decide to get rid of the mess I produced earlier. I take the file on top of the stack and pick it up and am greeted by a photo.
A photo of me and Sara.
And I swear my hearts stops beating at first only to race like crazy afterwards.
I usually keep this in one of my drawers since the fight with her. But I took it out today to stare at it like a love sick puppy since it seems to be the only visible evidence of us once being happy. I must have forgotten to put it away again and it ended up between all those files.
The photo shows me and Sara while I kiss her on her cheek. The look of her is priceless. It was taken shortly after our first kiss.
"Come on... just one."
"No, I hate photos, I look like an idiot in them!", she declares while she is holding her hand in front of her face in order to be able to hide it.
"Not only in photos.", I joke as I try to push her hand away to take a photo.
"Oh, you finally played your chance to take a picture, lady.", she says in mock defense.
I put down the cam and sit beside her.
"I am sorry.", I say.
"No you are not, I don't belive you.", she replies not able to hide her smirk.
"Of course I am!", I say positioning myself in front of her by straddling her lap feeling the tension build up, but we both aren't uncomfortable with it.
Her hands are resting on my thighs when we lock eyes for a moment before she asks
"Really?"
"Really.", I reply without second thought.
"Convince me.", she demands, her voice just above a whisper.
I lock eyes with her once more before leaning in kissing her tenderly. After a moment I pull back but just as far to be able to lock eyes with her again.
"I am sorry.", I repeat in a whisper letting my breath tickle her lips.
"And I am convinced.", she whispers back leaning in again.
But before she can kiss me again I turn my head whilst grabbing the cam again and kiss her cheek instead of her lips. Pressing the releaser of the cam, I take a photo of the exact scene.
Me kissing Sara's cheek while she looks completely dumbfounded and at the same time so very adorable.
I let my finger slide over the face of Sara in that picture. God, it feels like years since we've been this close and this happy around each other.
I take one last look at the picture before I shove it into the back pocket of my jeans. I grab my jacket and make my way out of my office.