Seventy seven

CHAPTER 77

GLENN

Immediately I got off the call I was having with Santi, I was faced with a scornful look from Ann.

Immediately her gaze came to me. It was filled with every emotion that had concern and worry smeared over it. I was still a bit cautious about how to use my word's.

A shiver danced across my spine, and before I knew what I was doing my heartbeat let out a sound loud enough, so loud enough that it echoed through the room.

She walked toward where I was, covering the rest of the spaces, I didn’t expect as her hands felt warm upon my chin giving me a questioning look.

"Are you about to cry?"

I slapped her hands away. "Of course not."

Her face still rested on me not departing—

"What?" I rolled my eyes asking.

"I should be asking that same question."

All of a sudden, I could feel that spite that came from deep inside of me. I didn't know who it was directed at but it was there the dark feeling that couldn't be justified in any way.

Some part of me was refusing to accept the fact that he had gone with her, and for some reason he was siding with her after what I told him.

Ann wasn't ready to back down on her question, it burnt behind her eyes with curiosity that couldn't be filled.

"I don't understand why he would choose her." I sighed after speaking. "After the night we… " The rest of my words were drowned in a deep sigh.

"We both know that is not what is happening here." She muttered.

"I don't understand, you don't know this man more than I do."

"Well, I might not but not after everything you told me, I do agree he might have gone with her but choosing her … " she scoffed.

" Why didn't he stay then? " I asked . " Do you have an answer to that? "

"I might not have an answer to everything but we both know we can ask him for anything and he would give it to you. "

Immediately she said those words, I could swear that I felt the impact of it in my soul.

I’d come to the conclusion that he was crazy, or should I say confused. One moment I am here with that feeling that he was mine and perhaps had true feelings for me and in the next, all I could feel is this space that wouldn't be filled.

A moment of silence filled the room, silence that sunk every bit of everything in the room leaving a shallowness behind that felt like a heavy ache in my heart.

The feeling was inconclusive, like a dimming light flashed open in the dark oblivious part of my heart, and just as hope was starting to ignite with a new flame, the same light was dying out just as it had started.

Perhaps I didn’t have that trust in me enough to know that there were good people as well, people as good as Ann and maybe, just maybe Thiago.

Maybe, I had let myself so much believe that the world was filled with people as evil as my own that had casted me out into the cold.

Hope was only an ember afterall, an object barely flickering with light, enough to start a fire but only after what could be an eternity.

"Glenn." Ann hand's in my shoulders startled me out of my deep thoughts.

"Stop overthinking this." She spoke calmly.

She was right afterall, I was paying more attention to this than I should, the idea that there would be other women in his life and I was numbered two was like an arrow in my chest, leaving a raw and bleeding ache behind.

Mistrust, pain, anxiety name it … I could feel all at once filling up my soul, I

couldn't live with not knowing. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to know If I could be loved—was that too much to ask.

"I need to clear my head." I muttered, turning to leave.

My mind felt blank, as I walked to the door my grip on the door faltered as it created only a creaking sound that was drown

to my ears. I walked out of the room as fast as could just before the tears would come falling and I could be caught here embarrassed—

I headed down the stairs with a black bag of waste and out the back door till I was standing close to the bins.

It would be supposedly be my reason for leaving, my excuse incase my boss asked —The sun felt warm against my skin as I stood in front of the dirt with my hands

braced on the wall and I could feel all tensed up.

The worrying pain and anxiety became a heavier weight on my shoulders with every minute that trickled, with every second that I waited. I’d been upset, and the choice wasn't from just today's incidents, it was from things that had happened over and over again from the past, it was from the fact that nothing was changing.

I left after rubbing my hands against my eyes to wipe off any clue that I had been crying.

I stood there, waiting for my heart to calm down a bit, appearance, it didn't help that I had spent the last hour wondering what it was that he truly felt and now that I was still here, with that restlessness still inside of me demanding that I get it over

with it.

Looking at myself through the window, I walked back to the counter, and was still there looking all worried as I had hung out there since an hour ago.

When I’d come inside, I found her still standing there with a worried look on her face. I scoffed at the fact that she was right and I would have to face her and tell her that .

As I approached her it turned out that her expression had been for a different reason.

"Glenn?" She called my name.

"Yeah?" I looked at her, my eyes glittering with curiosity.

She turned my phone screen to me. "I don't think Martha sent that text."