“So. Guess this is goodbye.”
“Yeah.”
He rocked forward on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the pavement. She stood outside the taxi, drumming her manicured nails on the open door.
He scratched his head. “I’m…sorry.”
“Please, don’t be.”
“I shouldn’t have, I mean, you and I never would have worked out. I mean, you’re just perfect, and I’m all messed up -”
“Aden, stop. Stop demeaning yourself. It doesn’t have anything to do with that, it just wasn’t meant to be.”
His neighbor’s dog barked. He felt prickles all over him and knew the neighbors were watching. They were watching the aristocrat Diana Forester leave the loser Aden Hill. He could hear the gossip in his head. About time, those old ladies would say. She was always too good for him.
He glanced at her again. She was fiddling with her white designer coat. The coat he would never have been able to afford. His heart ached. After today, he was never going to see her again. No more lectures about his clothes lying all over the place. No more torturous dinners with her father that he had to wear those stupid, stuffy suits for. Desperation and pain washed over him like the water she had used to pour on him when he didn’t wake up for work on time.
I love you, Diana, he wanted to say. I know I may be a total loser of a guy but I will try. I’ll try my hardest so your Dad doesn’t give you stress anymore. I’ll do my best so you don’t always have to fight against your whole family for me. I’ll do anything and everything.
Wanting to say and saying are two different things.
“I should go,” she said. “The plane leaves in an hour. Bye, Aden.”
“Yeah, yeah…See ya.”
She sat in the taxi and closed the door. The driver started the engine. Aden’s look fell on her hair.
[i]“Goldilocks, Goldilocks!” he sang, grinning.
She smacked his arm, sitting next to him on the sofa. “Don’t call me that.”
“Leave it open, you look prettier,” he said, opening her ponytail and messing up her hair.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Crazy dotard.”
“I love you too, Goldilocks.”[/i]
She looked at him and their eyes met. Aden’s heart beat against his ribcage. He bit his lip. He was about a second away from puking out what he had already said and promised her a thousand times before. The taxi drove off.
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