Page 113 - Mousumi
P. 113
Weaver Monomousumi.com
“I told you, I would always come back to come back, but I made you
to you. Just trust me to come back.” promise to let me stay by your side.”
And just like that, Felix’s famous He made eye contact with her. She
temper flared up, despite the looked miserable—wet from the rain,
situation. He glared at her, saying, eyes ringed with red, and hair in a
“And that’s why I couldn’t! I couldn’t frizzy mess.
expect you to come back! Those “We broke both promises.”
words sounded final! All this… blind
Madeleine looked away from him. She
faith on you, how could I expect
took a shaky breath and ran forward
someone like you to come back for
to capture him in a hug. Felix held her
someone like me?”
tight.
Madeleine narrowed her eyes,
“I’m sorry too,” she whispered. “I
retorting, “You didn’t trust me?”
wish things would be alright again.”
“You kept pushing me away!” Felix
He pulled away to look at her. He
roared. “I told you I’d stay by your
tried for a small smile.
side, when I promised, and I couldn’t.
You didn’t want me to be there!” “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
“I wasn’t myself! I needed space and
time.” She wiped her eyes with the
“What time can we talk?”
back of her hand, and he realized she
I wanna be a pair but baby I’m not talking
was crying.
‘bout socks
He was crying too. The rain raged
around them.
“And how the bloody hell am I “Felix?”
supposed to know that?” Felix shot
back. “You never tell me anything.” He looked up. Madeleine took a seat
across him.
“I want to!” Madeleine covered her
“Madeleine. Hey.”
face, sobbing. “I wanted to. I can’t.”
She worried her lip at the sound of
Felix shut his eyes again. All the anger
her name. “Hey.”
drained out of him, leaving cool
disappointment. “Why not? You said Nobody said anything. Felix coughed.
you trusted me.” “So, what are you doing here?”
She deflated as well. “I…can’t. I don’t “I’m a regular, remember?” She
know. I didn’t want you to share tucked a stray piece of hair behind
whatever I was feeling.” her ear. “I should be asking you what
you’re doing here.”
Slowly, he softened. He stepped closer
to her, covering her with his umbrella. He looked down on his plate.
“You made me promise to trust you “Waiting for you, I guess.”
Page 111
