13 | no response

I looked down at my phone to check if I had another message from Emilia but was left disappointed once again. I haven't heard from her ever since we were at my parents house which was a week ago and Emilia and I usually texted each other multiple times a day with no exception. So her not replying for a week seemed really strange, especially because nothing went wrong or anything. Or at least I didn't notice that something bad happened

"You look like someone just killed your dog" Jax said as he watched me stare at my phone expectantly with a sad expression.

"I don't have a dog" I simply stated without any emotion in my voice. Because I didn't feel anything besides the disappointment and a little bit of anger. Not only towards Emilia for not calling me back but also for myself. I was angry at myself, because I thought that I did something wrong and therefore she doesn't want to see me anymore. But I don't remember doing anything that could upset Emilia to the point where she doesn't want me to be in her life anymore. She is the most forgiving person that I know and this is so unlike her.

"Maybe that's the problem. Get a dog, they solve every problem" Jax said with a smile and I rolled my eyes. No matter how though you think Jax is, he will say yes to everything you want when you bribe him with a dog. His obsession with them can be considered as abnormal.

"Emilia isn't answering any of my texts" I said straight to the point. There was no use in saying nothing's wrong because both Jax and I knew that there was definitely a problem. A beautiful problem, with brown hair and the most breathtaking smile you'll ever see and that I haven't seen for too long.

"Damn what did you do to upset her? She doesn't seem like a woman who gets angry over nothing" he said and I looked at him in annoyance. That didn't help my guilty conscience that I had without even know exactly why I had it.

"Yeah because she isn't. II don't recall doing anything stupid and I actually thought everything went more than good when we were at my parents' house. They got along really well and she seemed to feel comfortable enough" I said confused, not understanding the situation I'm currently in, because I've never been in a situation like this. Usually it was the other way around. Usually I was the one who ignored the women when I didn't want them anymore and now I know how it feels to be left in the dirt. It feels like complete and utter shit.

"Maybe it felt like too much commitment to her. Man I don't know much about dating. This is why I don't do that shit" Jax said and pointed at me.

"I didn't expect you to give me any advice because I know you would suggest to go into the nearest bar and to go home with a random women who is greedy enough to let a stranger into her home. I'm not doing any of that shit. I want to know what the hell is going on and I want to know now!" I said as I got up to grab my jacket and go to the flower shop that I haven't visited in a long time- Well for me it feels like a long time even though it has only been a little over a week.

"Do what you want man I'm not stopping you but don't let a simple woman trample all over you. It's not worth it" he said.

"You wouldn't say that if you had someone you would do the same thing for" I said shortly before I left. Right before I exited me office I heard him mumble 'fucking love sick puppy' but I didn't say anything to that. I didn't argue with him over it.

From the outside looking in, I saw Emilia standing behind the counter in all her glory. Even without being in the same room as her, I could feel my mood rise just because of the sight of her and I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat out of excitement. Myra saw me standing in front of the shop before I had the chance to get in. Myra probably told Emilia about my presence, because seconds after Myra said something to Emilia, her eyes widened and Emilia quickly went to the back of the shop.

"Hey Myra, where is Emilia?" I asked in a voice that was way too friendly based on the fact that I was talking to Myra because I absolutely despised her.

"How come you're so nice to me?" Myra asked me with a raised brow and it took me all my strength to not roll my eyes at her. I had to be nice because if I was she may tell Emilia to come to the front of the shop again.

"What do you mean Myra? I'm always nice to you" I said in fake shock as I put my hand over my chest as if I was hurt.

"What do you want?" she asked not having any of it. Guess someone isn't in the mood to talk. At least not with me. Usually that wouldn't bother me considering the fact that I hate it when Myra speaks to me because she never knows when to shut up. But now I wanted nothing but her to start talking to me about Emilia. About why she ignored me all week without giving me the proper explanation that I so desperately needed.

"I wanted to talk to Emilia" I said and my nice attitude slowly started to fade away as I saw her face harden. What the hell? It shouldn't be a surprise for her that I'm in the flower shop to see and talk to Emilia. I always come here for the exact same reason.

"And she doesn't want to talk to you" Myra said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Care to explain why?" I asked and tried to stay calm which was a lot harder than you might think it is. I wanted to let all my frustration out but I couldn't. Not here. Not where she can hear. I don't want her to see that part of me. That part is long gone.

"No not really" she shrugged and it was then that I realized something.

"You don't know either, do you?" I asked knowingly and saw her stiffen. I was right. Even Myra, Emilia's best friend, didn't know what's going on. That can either be a really good sign or an even worse one. If I did something horribly wrong, then Emilia would have probably told Myra about it but she didn't, so maybe this isn't about me. Or it is something that is so horrible, that she doesn't even want her best friend to know. And even though I don't want Emilia to be angry at me, I still think that option number one sounds better than the latter.

"Listen Mr. Smarty pants I suggests you to leave the shop and my best friend alone. Neither of them needs you" she harshly said and even though her words never mattered to me in the slightest bit, it hurt to hear them. Just because deep down I knew she was right. Emilia didn't need me. But I for sure as hell needed her. More than I sometimes like to admit.

I sighed and turned around, accepting that I lost this battle. But that doesn't mind I'll capitulate and leave Emilia alone. She means too much to me in order for me to be able to let her go. I just can't. And this will be my downfall. I've been through this once in my life and you could thing I've learned from my mistakes but I didn't. I'm making the same mistake once again knowing what the outcome might be. And I know that Emilia doesn't deserve that. Just like they didn't deserve what they got.

"That's it? You're leaving just like that?" Myra asked

"Isn't that what she wanted me to do?" I asked confused. This women has mood swings that are worse than those of a pregnant woman. And trust me I know how horrible pregnancy mood swings can be. I had to live under a roof with my mother more than once while she was pregnant and it was hard.

"Since when do you listen to what I say?" she asked and gave me a sign that told me to come to the counter, where she was, once again. When I stood in front of her she started whispering, to prevent Emilia from hearing what Myra had to say.

"Look I don't know what's going on and why she's acting that way and I don't have a good feeling about this. I know you mean a lot to her and there's no way she'd leave you in the dirt like that especially with no explanation. She wouldn't even do that to her worst enemy. She's too nice for that. I can't let you talk to her now without Emilia feeling betrayed, so I suggests you pay her a visit at her apartment. But please don't move on and forget the fact that you used to know her" Myra pleaded and I nodded.

"I could never do that" I answered truthfully and Myra nodded in content. She seemed to care for Emilia deeply and that is something I valued a lot. Maybe Myra isn't so bad after all. She just looks out for the people she cares for and isn't that something we all do?

.....

I stepped down from my motorcycle and took of the helmet, as I eyed the apartment complex carefully. In a few minutes I'll see her and I'll be able to talk to her. And she will listen, or else I won't leave. I'd sleep in front of the door if I have to, I don't care. As long as I get to clarify what's going on, I'm fine with anything. I just want to hear her voice.

I left the helmet by my motorcycle and made my way up the flight of stairs towards the front door where I wasted no time and rang the doorbell instantly, but it wasn't Emilia who answered the door. It was a man my age, if not a little older but definitely too young to be her father.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man rudely asked me as he widened his shoulders to block my view of the apartment. He was slightly shorter than me, but widely built. If I wasn't as well-built myself I'd shit my pants at the sight of him but I didn't. Even a blind person could tell that I'd win a fight between us to if there were to be one.

"I'm a friend of Emilia. I wanted to talk to her. Is she here?" I asked politely, which cost me all my strength.

"What kind of friend are you?" he asked, completely ignoring me asking whether Emilia was there or not.

"A good one I suppose. And who are you?" I asked more rudely now than before. My patience slowly faded. If he was being rude to me why would I try my best to be nice to him. There's no point in doing so.

"I'm Logan, Emilia's brother. I'm sure you've heard of me" he said with an arrogant smile, as if he was Emilia's hero.

"Well Logan, can you tell your sister to come to the door because I need to talk to her" I said and I saw Logan's shoulders stiffen. He definitely didn't like me being here and asking to talk to his little sister, but what the hell was his fucking problem?

"She's busy" he said and wanted to close the door but I was quick enough to react and held my foot in between because right after he said that, I saw Emilia standing in the apartment, desperately looking at me. As if she was waiting for something to happen. As if she knew what's coming.