“I’ll come track you down and drag you back here,” I seethed.
I wanted to punch something. Anything.
“I’m surprised you haven’t yet,” she stated. Was that what she was waiting for? Was she wanting me to track her down to drag her back home? Because I wanted to. I hadn’t yet because I had no clues to finding her or I would have already.
“I will if you don’t tell me why you ran,” I threatened.
“You haven’t yet, therefore you still won’t,” she said, almost amused. “Who knows, maybe one day I’ll just show up on your doorstep with my reason for running.”
“Please do. Like right now,” I gritted out.
“Or maybe one day, I’ll get back to the place I’m staying, and you’ll just be sitting here, waiting for me. A look of pure fury on your face,” she mused.
“Avidya, please,” I said. Was she playing with me? “Would you come back with me, if I did show up?”
“As long as you grow up, yes. I can’t give up my own beliefs for you. Not when someone else is involved,” she answered.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Just think about it. I’m sure it’ll come to you. If not, when you ever get the balls to grow up, please come find me. I don’t want this anger-filled man on my doorstep. I want the man that I fell in love with. The man that took control, but let me have complete say over everything I want. I want the man that will hold my wishes and my broken heart in his hands. I want that man to come find me and put us back together.
“I may have left, but you have ways to find me. Think about it. Think about what you could really do. Prove to yourself that you deserve me. Because right now, I don’t think you do. Not when you took that one choice away from me. It could have been any choice, but it had to be the one I knew I’d never be able to look past.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts.
“It’s late. I love you, Zachariah.” With that, she hung up, not giving me a chance to reply.
What the fuck just happened? She made no sense to me, and now I was more confused than I had been the day she left me.
