The next morning he woke up feeling woozy. He had a bad headache and felt oddly warm. He wanted to lie in bed all day but he had so much work to do. His business was dwindling and despite his efforts to keep the profits steady, the number of customers kept declining as the days passed. Charles had so many dreams he still had to achieve and for the first time in so many months, he felt like he was distracted and gone astray.
He forced himself out of bed and walked downstairs. He looked around the store and felt strangely disappointed with the way it looked. There were almost twenty pieces of furniture unsold since three weeks and he felt awful about neglecting his store.
I need to get back on track, he thought. He went down to the basement and began working on the woodworking table, completing an unfinished wooden chair.
Laura hadn’t called once. It had already been a week since they had fought and he had received no phone calls, no text messages, no voice mails from her. It was as if Laura wanted this break up all along, as if she had meant for this to happen, which was why she never bothered calling. Charles was equally adamant. He wouldn’t look at her ever again. He was frustrated and mad at her and at himself for believing in this relationship. He felt like a fool for loving Laura. He invested his time, trying to impress her, trying to fit in her world, but she never noticed and even if she did, she didn’t acknowledge his efforts. And what did he get in return? Nothing.
When he told his parents about his break up they were shocked; especially his mother, “Why did you do this Charles? Laura was such a sweet girl!”
But he didn’t bother giving his parents any reasons. After that day, no one talked about her in the house again.
Charles began working on his store in full swing. He made a few changes, recruited two employees to run the store and a secretary to manage his finances so he’d get more time to craft furniture. Though his business was back on track, he didn’t feel particularly satisfied. His social life was pretty much nonexistent. Surprisingly enough, he missed the parties, the music, the drinks and the dancing but most importantly, he missed her. No matter how much he tried keeping himself busy- working late into the night crafting furniture, looking up ways to expand his business, organizing his finances- he always thought of Laura before going to bed.
Almost three months later on one particular Friday, at dinner, his parents decided to have a talk with their son.
Charles looked up from his untouched plate. “I’m okay. The chicken’s really delicious mom.”
“Thanks honey” she replied giving him a warm smile,
“It’s nothing” he yelled at them. “I said I’m okay!” He pushed his plate, got up, knocking his chair down and stomped into his bedroom.
The truth was he wasn’t okay at all. He longed to meet Laura and talk to her and even though he was mad at her, somewhere deep inside his heart, he felt bad for having yelled at her and wanted to apologize. He didn’t know how she’d reacted to their fight. Was she as depressed as he was? Or was she glad that they’d broken up like he’d speculated earlier? He wanted to know, and he would…