Page 44 of Talk About… Dramay
History couldn’t be rewritten. I knew that too damn well. But maybe our lives could shift into something new and different.
Snacks seemed so silly, but it felt right. So, when they were cool, I packed them up and tucked my letter into the bag.
As I was driving through town I spotted the coffee shop, pulling into a spot without a second thought.
Inside I realized I was in over my head. The tea and coffee selection was insane and even though I knew she loved both, I didn’t know a damn thing about her anymore. And I had no one to call except her family who would sooner slaughter me than answer.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I looked back and forth between a variety box of coffee and a variety box of teas.
“What are you doing?” The laughter in Sidney’s voice had me turning to glare at the bratty omega my brother finally claimed. He was standing behind her, watching us while shaking with laughter.
“Trying to give my omega a peace offering but I know nothing about her, Sid,” I said, voice desperate enough her eyes widened.
“Oh shit, she’s back now?” I nodded helplessly and she gave my arm a squeeze, ignoring the growl from her mate. “Shut up, alpha, he’s in crisis.”
“I don’t, either, but did you ask your mom or Avery? They’ve kept in touch from time to time.”
My world came to a halt as I looked up at her, eyes locked onto her expression, reading it for every nuance.
“What?”
“You didn’t know…” she trailed off, cursing. “Of course, you didn’t. Don’t kill them. She asked them not to tell.”
I closed my eyes and took a few calming breaths. I’d had them check in a few times in the beginning, but they’d let it go when I knew she was safe.
Or at least I thought they did. Part of me was angry they didn’t help me get in contact. The other was happy they at least kept a connection open to her when I threw it all away.
Fuck, reality was a bitch sometimes.
My brother was there now, putting his hand on my shoulder and squeezing.
“I didn’t know, but maybe focus on your plan and be glad they were there for her when you weren’t, brother,” Maverick said in his blunt way. Leave it to him to not sugar coat a damn thing. Then again, I didn’t need anything dulled down for me.
No, I was finally crawling out of my hole ready to fight.
“Get the tea,” Sidney said gently, taking the coffee from my hand and putting it down. “They have mugs over there. If I remember correctly, her favorite color was green, right?”
I nodded numbly, moving where she pointed and finding a cute green frog mug with the coffee shop’s logo on its stomach. My mind was still strangely quiet as I paid and climbed back in my truck.
Maverick was right. I had no right to be mad when I was the one who cut contact first. The amount of times I replayed that last conversation in my head was sickening. I’d tried to get to her the next day but Adam, her dad, turned me away, barely restraining his rage.
Then she was gone. And I was blocked.
I’d hurt her and had sealed our fate. After two weeks of trying to get through I had to give up for my own sanity. I shut myselfoff completely, blocking out the bond that I’d been creepily hanging onto for days, feeling every bit of her agony.
Then it was silent and I was numb.
This was the first time in thirteen years that I felt alive again. And fuck, being alive hurt. My hands gripped into my shaggy, black hair, tugging at it as I rested my head on my steering wheel.
It took me a solid twenty minutes sitting in the truck to get my shit together. I couldn’t break down at every turn anymore. I had to show her who I was and that I had changed.
I drove across town, hoping like hell she wasn’t home.
Her grandma’s farmhouse was just as pretty as ever, and thankfully empty. I drove up like I’d done so many times over the years and left her presents by the front door.
I’d jotted down one final thing on the note, leaving her my phone number and a time and place. I had until tomorrow evening to get an impromptu meeting planned. We’d see if she would show up or if she was going to shut me out.
I would deserve it.