by B. N. Hale
“Maybe he’s still there,” Brittney said.
Kate stuffed her hand into her pocket and yanked her phone out. Shoving it in Ember’s face, she yelled, “He hasn’t called or texted in a month. I feel terrible for what he went through, but if he wanted to be with me he would have done something. This is Reed we’re talking about.”
“Maybe he’s trying to,” Brittney said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kate demanded.
“Maybe he thinks this is what’s best for you,” she replied, glancing to Ember for support. “It’s what happens in all the movies. ‘I love you so much I have to leave’ and all that.”
“You don’t leave the one you love unless they ask you to,” Kate snapped.
Ember stared at her, her expression sad. “Leaving only benefits the person who leaves.”
Kate folded her arms but couldn’t stay still. The anger had burned away Kate’s barrier of despair and she could not bring it back. Everything incited her to anger, even the cookie in her hand, which she realized she’d ground into minute particles.
“Reed is obviously still dealing with what happened to Aura and I want to help,” Kate said. “Why won’t he let me help?”
“You did say you couldn’t wait for him,” Brittney pointed out.
“I’m not the one with an issue,” she snapped.
“But you were at one time,” Ember said. “You hadn’t gotten over Jason, remember? And Reed was there when you needed him. He didn’t walk out when Jason appeared. He showed up the moment you called—without judgment.”
Kate stabbed her finger at Ember. “Reed set up this whole date to kiss me and then he flinched like I had a disease. What was I supposed to do? Pretend like I didn’t care? Because I did.”
“Because you do,” Ember said.
“Of course I do!” Kate shouted. “Could I have responded better? Maybe. But you try waiting five months for a guy to make a move only to have him flinch. Maybe I should have heard him out, showed him that I cared . . . maybe I should have told him I would wait . . .” All at once her anger dissipated and she crumpled. “Please tell me I didn’t push him away.”
“You did,” Ember said. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t get him back.”
“Call him,” Brittney said.
“I can’t just call him,” Kate said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Yes, you can,” Ember said. “Or you can take my approach and show him how angry you are. But since he doesn’t really deserve that, I’d suggest you go with a nicer option.”
“You really think I can just call him?”
“Yes,” they said in unison.
Brittney nodded. “If you don’t, you’ll regret it forever.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it took you a year to get over Jason—and you didn’t like him nearly this much.”
“Not even close,” Ember agreed.
The door opened and Marta came in. She’d picked up a morning shift for a sick cousin and was dressed in her uniform. Catching sight of the three of them in the kitchen, she walked over to join them.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s an intervention for Kate,” Ember said.
“It’s about time,” Marta said fervently. “Is it working?”
“Hey!” Kate exclaimed.
“I love you,” Marta said. “But you’ve been really messed up the last few weeks.”
Kate grunted sourly, some of the last month flooding back, especially the night she was supposed to go on a date with Reed. Instead, she’d eaten Rocky Road until she’d passed out on the living room floor.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so depressed,” Kate said. “Especially the night of my date with Reed.”
“You needed to wallow,” Brittney said. “But ice cream melted all over the couch.”
Kate groaned and wiped a hand down her face. Then she realized her other hand still held the remains of Brittney’s cookie and she stepped to the sink. As she washed the crumbs off her hands she watched the water flow into the drain.
“You didn’t have to clean up after me,” she said.
“At least it got us to clean the couch,” Marta said. “It was getting disgusting.”
“Amen,” Brittney said.
Kate clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. “What am I supposed to do?” she asked, grateful for the sudden clarity of her thoughts and afraid it would not last. “Do you really think I should call him?”
“Yes,” they all chorused.
Kate couldn’t stop the smile. “Really? You don’t think it’s too late?”
Marta picked up a cookie and took a seat. “If he shoots you down, you’ll know it’s truly over. If he doesn’t you’ll get back together and be happy again.”
“And if he shoots me down?” Kate asked, her stomach lurching at the prospect.
“Then Ember can break his fingers,” Brittney said.
“You know I’ll do it,” she said.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Kate said, allowing a small smile.
Kate took a seat at the table and picked up a cookie. The flavor helped steel her nerves, and abruptly she pulled out her phone. She fumbled to press the home button but her hands were shaking and she nearly dropped it.
“Put it on speaker,” Marta urged.
They all crowded around the table as Kate complied, but her finger hovered over his name. He was still at the top of her favorites list. But her courage failed her and she looked to her roommates helplessly.
“I can’t do it,” she said.
“I can,” Ember said. She stabbed the phone, her hand striking like a snake.
Kate tried to pick up the phone, but Brittney blocked her way. “It’s already ringing,” she said. “You can’t hang up now, he’ll know you called.”
The phone rang three times, the sound reverberating off the walls of the silent kitchen. Kate closed her eyes after the second ring, shrinking at the prospect of him not picking up. Just as her heart crumpled there was a click.
“Kate,” Reed said.
There was softness to his voice, as if he’d waited for her call for decades and the moment had finally come. She licked her suddenly dry lips, her thoughts tumbling through her head in a cacophony of voices. Should she be angry? Grateful? Worried? Her roommates frantically motioned for her to speak.
“Reed,” she said, her voice a mixture of relief and tentative hope.
“I’m glad you called,” Reed said, and she heard his easy smile in his voice.
“Really?” Kate asked. “It’s been a while.” A trace of anger tinged her words.
“I’m sorry about that,” Reed said. “I really am. But I hope this will help you forgive me.”
“What do you mean, this?”
The phone clicked off and all four of them stared at it. “Did he just hang up?” Brittney asked in shock.
“I’ll kill him,” Ember said. “Then I’ll beat—”
The doorbell rang, and they all jumped. Then understanding washed over them and they scrambled for the door, Kate protesting loudly that she should be first. But Ember reached the door and pulled Brittney back so she could swing the door open. Reed wasn’t there.
But his invitation was.
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Author Bio
Originally from Utah, Ben has grown up with a passion for learning. While still young, he practiced various sports, became an Eagle Scout, and taught himself to play the piano. As a teenager he began creative dating and continued the practice into college, where he took a break to do volunteer work in Brazil. After school, he launched his first series, The Chronicles of Lumineia, and has since published over 20 titles across multiple genres. He loves to snowboard, build treehouses, and play board games, especially with his family. His greatest support and inspiration comes from his wonderful wife and six beautiful children. Currently he resides in Missouri while workin
g on his Masters in Professional Writing.
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