Julia swept open the door, and as his face peeked around the corner, she slammed it right back into place. What was he doing here?
“Julia? At least open the door so I can talk to your face.”
She moaned quietly and shook her head. What was Phillip doing here?
“I told you that I didn’t want to see you. Why are you here?”
Phillip was quiet on the other side of the door, and Julia rested her forehead on it. It annoyed her, that a small part of her heart was happy to see him. After everything he pulled last summer, she wanted her feelings to completely disappear. But, that wasn’t how feelings worked.
“I have something for you. I’d like to give it to you face to face. Please open the door.”
Another moment of silence passed before Julia relented and slowly creaked open the door. Phillips chiseled face, and flowing black hair was breathtaking as always. She sighed at his sad expression but left the screen door securely closed.
“You look good. Thanks for opening the door.”
Julia rolled her shoulders and stuck out her chin. “What is it, Phillip?”
He kicked his foot, staring at the ground for a moment. When he met her eyes again, he pulled his left hand out from behind his back. “I brought you something for New Year’s Eve.”
She opened her mouth, but words refused to cooperate. A present? That’s why he wanted to come over. Presents wouldn’t solve anything between them. He’d played games with her heart, and stomped on it when another girl came along. She was done with the games.
“Is this another ploy? To get me to feel for you again, then rip the rug out from under me?”
Phillip shook his head, pushing the small box further towards the door. “I promise, it’s not. I just wanted you to know how I feel. How sorry I am for doing all that crap last summer. No strings.”
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She unlocked the screen, and reached for the small box, recognising her favourite jewelry store stamp on top. Opening it, a stunning pair of diamond earrings sparkled back at her. She held her breath. “Phillip, I…” she couldn’t get the words to cooperate. She didn’t want to start things again with him unless it was real this time. His gesture was nice – really nice! – but it wasn’t an answer to all the hurt.
“I’m not asking for you to forgive me today, or even next week. I just want you to know how I feel. I care about you, and I’m not giving up.” He smiled at her – that weak at the knees smile he gave – and dropped his hands into his pockets. Before he turned to go, Julia nodded, still holding onto the open box.
Phillip walked to his car and pulled out of her driveway. Out of her street. Maybe he had changed. Maybe they could have a meaningful relationship after all.
Julia held her breath. Only time would tell.
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