Page 26 of Reunited Soulmates
Iwasn’t quite ready to get up yet.
In fact, I would have liked nothing more than to stay in bed all day, but that would have raised more questions that I wasn’t willing to face at the moment.
I laid in bed for quite some time, staring up at the ceiling as yesterday’s events played out in my mind. I felt the familiar anger in me roiling in waves at the memory of Dan kissing another girl while Amanda was being such a good andloyalgirlfriend, oblivious to the games he had been playing on her.
I groaned and ran a hand over my face. I didn’t want Amanda to go on being a fool for this guy, but how was I going to get her to believe me?
I was just her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn’t seen for twelve years. Add my hilarious performance on Elle’s wedding on top of that, and I could see why she would think I was either just crazy or out to ruin her life. Where was my credibility in all that?
I washed up and changed out of my pajamas. I needed to get out and think.
Yeah, fresh air would be perfect, so I can clear my mind and maybe get it off Amanda and her cheating bastard of a boyfriend.
And why should I care, anyway? It wasn’t like I was going to stay in Georgetown and rekindle an old flame. I was going back to London in less than two weeks.
Yeah. Back to my boring, lifeless job and empty apartment.
I shook my head and walked out of my room when it hit me—the scent of my childhood mornings.
A strange warmth blossomed in my chest when I realized Mom was making my favorite pancakes, the kind with chocolate chips. I wondered briefly if she made them the way she used to or if she added another “twist” to it like she did the burger patties.
“Good morning, Mom!” I greeted her as I walked into the kitchen. I grinned at the sight of her flipping the pancakes effortlessly.
She smiled at me and said, “It’s been a long time since you’ve been home so I figured I’d cook up some pancakes for you.”
She slid a couple of them into the plate in front of me but I couldn’t bring myself to take a bite. I just stared at the stack in front of me, my appetite gone.
Mom peered intently at me. “You looked awful when you got home yesterday and now you’re staring at your favorite pancakes like they’re about to grow a couple of heads. Did you and Julian get into a fight or something?”
Leave it to Mom to never miss a thing.
When I was younger, I used to wonder if she was omnipresent or just had eyes at the back of her head. It was funny how many times Elle and I got in trouble for things we were pretty sure we could get away with at the time.
Good times.
“Nah. It’s nothing,” I brushed her off. I handed her my plate and grinned. “More, please.”
She handed me the plate with a fresh stack, her features scrunching into a frown. “I have some rose quartz you can use. It’s good for repairing relationships, you know.”
“Thanks, Mom, but I don’t think toting around a couple of pink rocks will be good for my image.”
“You can put them in your pocket, you silly boy,” she laughed, flicking my nose the way she used to do when I was a child. “Although, I think you should bring an amethyst along for good measure. It promotes sobriety.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, thanks, Mom. I’m good.”
I went out for a walk, partly because I needed the fresh air to sort out my thoughts and get my head on straight about Amanda.
Okay. So I still cared for her. A lot.
A whole lot.
Maybe I didn’t ever really stop, which would explain my blessed singleness in London.
Sure, I went out on a few dates to pacify my friends, who were so blissfully attached to their significant others that they felt the need to spread the joy to me, their miserable single friend.
Except that none of them really worked out. It always felt like something was missing.
Now that I was back in Georgetown, the messy feelings from twelve years ago were back in full force, but things were different now. Amanda had moved on with her life with that bastard, while I could only watch and be happy for her.