CHAPTER 53

She left the office and left an atmosphere behind her, taunting me and made me craved for her. I wished it was easy to forgive. ‘Why couldn't she had broken a wine glass or stepped on someone's dress or something along that line?' What hold did he have on her that I couldn't give to her? I threw my coffee cup and it smashed against the wall. My office door open. 'Calm down Evan," I heard my sister's voice. I threw myself in the chair and buried my face in my hands. 'Are you ready to go out looking for the outfits?" she asked. We had a party to attend with our parents. 'She was just here," I told my sister. She came over and rested a hand on my shoulder. 'What did you said to her?" 'I told her I'm done." 'Why didn't you talk to her?" 'What is there to talk about?" I asked, lifting my head up. 'Can you really blame Jasmine though? She's new to this. It's true what she did was messed up and embarrassing, but she made that rash decision because of Jessica. She showed me a picture Jessica posted on Instagram, indicating that she spent the night before with you." 'Please don't make any excuses for Jasmine. I told her to speak to me before she made any judgement and or decision. I told her what exactly she was getting into and she agreed and told me she could do that. She just proved that she's incapable of having and handling a relationship with me, so why bother? One misunderstanding and she ran into the arms of another man and quit her job. I don't need that shit in my life." 'I understand." 'Let's get out of here. I need to clear my head anyways." My sister and I walked out the office. I locked the door behind me. Jasmine's POV I busted through my apartment door and ran straight for the couch, throwing myself onto it. My chest caved in. It suddenly felt hard to breathe and my eyes poured down the tears I couldn't stop anymore. 'Jas, is that you?" I heard my mother's voice coming towards me. I felt her hands patting my head gently. She raised my head up and scooted in on the couch, resting my head onto her lap. 'It's okay baby. Let it out. Let it all out," she said softly, removing the hair strands being stuck to my face. 'He doesn't... He doesn't want me back mom.... He said...He said that he's done... He said that he's done with me," I explained through my tears. My voice muffled in her lap. 'It's okay Jassy. It's alright. This isn't the end of your life. You have to let go now and move on. Let go baby. Just let it go. Mommy's here for you." I cried until I didn't had the energy to cry anymore. I felt sick afterwards. What was I doing to myself? 'Jassy, you're burning up," mom said, placing a hand on my forehead then underneath my chin. 'Go have a cold shower and I'll make you your favourite soup. Chicken." The last bit of strength I had, I got up and went towards the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower. I let the cold water fell over me, from my head to my toes. My head started aching, and although I had cold water running over me, I felt hot and uncomfortable. I stepped out the shower, towelled off and changed into my pjs with the long sleeves. I went to the kitchen where mom had started my chicken soup. 'Fifteen more minutes," she said, turning up the stove burner. I pulled out a stool and sat at the kitchen island. I felt dizzy so I rested my head down on the island top. All this ailments were coming on to me because I was beating myself up since last weekend. I wasn't eating properly, matter of fact, I wasn't eating at all. 'Jassy, here." I looked up and saw a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup in front of me. I placed a spoonful in my mouth immediately. I was starving. 'Eat up baby." 'Why aren't you at work?" I asked her, my voice sounding hoarse. 'Day off." She left me eating and went on tidying up and cleaning around the apartment. I placed my empty bowl in the sink and went to the medicine cabinet in search of an Advil. I lay on my bed, looking at my cell phone. I texted Evan. Me: You'll never speak to me again? I knew he wasn't going to message me back. I had been texting him since last weekend and all he did was read it. Me: You have no idea how sorry I am. I really wish I was in your arms right now. I feel so sick. I hoped he would show me sympathy and compassion. After ten minutes, I placed my phone down on the bed beside me. It buzzed. 1 New Text Message Sender: Zenia ′Just saw Evan and his twin sister in the boutique. He said hi to me. Lol.′ I heaved a long sigh before falling asleep. I woke up hearing my mother and sister having a conversation about me in the living room. I checked my phone. No new messages. I looked at the time. 6:30 pm.