Happy Friday! I hope you enjoy this weeks flash! It’s a bit long, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s also the first time I’ve written since coming back from vacation, so it felt super great to write again. Enjoy!
Writing Prompt ~ Emojis laugh
Thumbing through the case file with an eagle eye, he didn’t even look up when his office door opened and closed quietly.
“Is that any way to talk to your best friend?”
Gage still didn’t bother to look up and meet his friend’s eyes. Because if he did, Taylor would see right away the pain and agony he suffered daily.
For two long weeks.
That’s how long it’d been since she walked out of his house and out of his life without a fight. Without a good reason why.
He couldn’t make sense of it. He tried to wrack his brain around everything. Going back a few months to see where he might’ve messed up. Problem was he found too many reasons he might’ve screwed up. His caseload was massive. Work, work, work. It consumed way too much of his time. He didn’t want to think that was the reason, but it was the only plausible one he could come up with.
He debated rearranging all of his cases to his colleagues and taking a vacation. Tracking her down and surprising her with tickets to the Bahamas or somewhere private and beautiful where they could talk this through. Work it out.
Losing her felt as if he had lost a part of himself.
But he didn’t do any of that. He stuck by his words. If she walked out of his house, his love for her would die.
Although, it wasn’t completely extinguished, but he was trying his damndest to stomp it out.
“Just call her.”
His head snapped up. “She walked out on me. Why would I do such a thing?”
“Your stubbornness is going to be the death of you. You love her. Show her. Tell her. Stop being a colossal idiot and get her back.”
“No.” His eyes glided back to the case in front of him. “Get out. I need to prepare the O’Connor case.”
“No, you don’t.”
Gage’s patience was starting to wear thin. Just because Taylor was his best friend didn’t mean he’d sit here and allow him to speak to him this way. His gaze slowly lifted, the malice firmly in his depths. One look normally did the trick with people, immediately doing his bidding. He’d never used it on his best friend before, but there was a first time for everything.
Taylor’s jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed. “Don’t use that bullshit on me. It won’t work. I’m pretty sure we perfected that look together back in college.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched as his anger kept inching toward the surface at how right those words were. They met as freshmans in college, following and encouraging each other all the way through law school and then landed a job together in the courthouse. They were one of the two best prosecuting lawyers in the state. Something they were both damn proud of. They didn’t get where they were because they were meek and mild. They got there because they were fierce and unyielding.
Who would win this fight? This battle of wills?
Taylor leaned forward, his eyes softening with understanding. He hated the look immediately. He didn’t want his damn pity. “You’re probably going to hate me. I can live with that because it needs to be done. You’re a mess. Since she left, you’ve been a complete mess.”
“My work has been spot on.”
A harsh curse left Taylor’s mouth as he shifted back in his seat and shook his head. “That’s the problem. Instead of facing the issue, you’re ignoring it by burying yourself in your work. It has to stop. You’ve barely left the office. You need to go home.”
That was something he absolutely didn’t need to do. If he went home, all he’d see would be memories of her. Every time he walked into a room, he saw her. Laughing with a glass of wine in her hand, her hair tumbled down around her shoulders in soft waves. Bustling around the kitchen cooking a meal she always deemed fit for a king. Rummaging through the fridge in the middle of the night in just a pair of black lace panties because she had a sudden craving for a snack. Lounging on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her legs because her feet always got cold right away. So many memories that tore his heart to shreds each and every time they pierced his mind.
He couldn’t go home. He was trying to stop loving her. Every time he went home, those brutal memories assaulted him, the love swamped his heart and made him explode from the loneliness.
He wanted her back. He just didn’t know how to do it.
Gage rolled his eyes. “For what?”
Taylor looked tense, his features rigid, but he didn’t remove his gaze from him. “You don’t have a caseload anymore.” Taylor’s eyes darted to the O’Connor case lying in front of him. “That crazy case you’re working on right now. It’s mine, along with every other case of yours.”
His nostrils started to flare as he attempted to control his temper. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Basically, I went over your head, had all of your cases reassigned to me, and you’re taking a two week vacation. What you plan to do with that is up to you.” Taylor stood up, his expression firm. He wouldn’t be arguing his way out of this. “I suggest you take it to win your woman back. Or you can continue to wallow in self-pity and act like a jackass. The choice is yours.”
He watched in silence as his best friend walked out of his office, shutting the door just as quietly as when he entered.
Looking down at the case in front of him, he closed it. For the first time, he didn’t want to argue or resist. Everything in him said he should. That he should march out there and tell Taylor just who he was dealing with. But he knew the outcome. Taylor could be as fierce and relentless as him. He didn’t like it, but it was done. He was officially on a two-week vacation.
And maybe a part of him was relieved. Maybe this was the push he needed to get his ass in gear.
He loved her.
Snatching his phone from his desk, he clutched it tightly.
Decisions had to be made.
Every time he stepped out of the house, he tried to forget about her. It was a useless task. He’d never be able to forget about her.
After punching in his phone code, his finger hovered above the messages. He pressed down firmly.
Who did she think she was? Did she really think she could just walk away?
Two long weeks he sat back, letting her think she could get away without a fight. No more. He’d fight like he never fought before, and he had been involved in some downright nasty, brutal fights of his life in court. He always came out the winner.
He would this time, too.
But what did he say? Should he even start with a text? Should he call her? Just show up to her sister’s house? Her work?
He tapped a few buttons and smiled. A wide smile for the first time in the last two weeks.
Emojis laugh. Three of them. With the tears running down their faces.
He hit send.
She’d understand that right away.
Because he found it laughable that she thought he’d let her walk away just like that.
She was his.
It was about damn time he started showing it.
I just want to wish everyone a very happy New Year! May 2018 be wonderful for you! 🎉