First Part: http://handsofaheart.blogspot.com/2013/12/what.html
Two months later, before the wedding, Arvad came back... after three years without seeing each other he just appeared again knocking her door like if nothing has happened, like if nothing has changed.
- Hey girl. He said with a half smile when she opened the door, he was holding something in her arms...
- Hi. She said surprised and he hand her a bunch of flowers and she didn't know what to do but hold them.
- I hope you may like them, since I couldn't remember what's your favorite type I just brought the colors you like the most in flowers: white, pink and yellow.
Was he really talking to her so lightly? Did he really remember her favorite colors? What was he doing in front of her door? There were millions and millions of questions inside of her but she couldn't stop looking at the bunch of flowers knowing he was there... right there after so long.
- Won't you invite me to come in? I guess you're mad at me but you said I'll always be welcome whenever I need you... You should invite me to come in. And she laughed cause of his arrogance, cause of his security, cause he knew how important he was even if she tried to take off of him that importance she once gave him.
- Please, come in. She said moving aside so that he could come in.
- Thank you. He said while smiling. So, how hav you been? Dang, I missed you. He said and hugged her and she couldn't believe how he was so bold as usual, how he didn't change a tiny bit and how she changed so bad, she could have hugged him back years ago but not now. You're as cold as usual when you're mad at me.
- I am not mad at you. She said coldly.
- Aren't you? He asked with one eyebrown up.
- Shut up, Ar. She said and he laughed hard since she would never said such a thing on his face years ago.
- Shut me up again. He asked while getting close to her and she move aside annoyed by his proximity.
- SHUT UP, ARVAD. He laughed even harder this time and sit down in a chair next to her.
- What a character. Since when are you like this? Three years isn't that much to turn you into this? Were you pretending with me all the time? He asked daring.
- I am mad at you. She said giving him a bad look.
- I know. That's why I'm forgiving your attitude. I'm here to fix us, later you'll run behind me to fix what you're doing right now.
- I won't. I am not doing anything.
- You are. Shouldn't you be happy and welcome your dear friend that haven't met you for so long? Shouldn't you be smiling for him while handing him some cookies and tea? You know you'll be doing so in normal circumstances.
- Is this not a normal one?
- Aren't you engaged? He asked with slyness, getting her in a state of shock. How did he know she was engaged? For how long has he been in the city? Why is he coming to visit her just now then?
- When did you come? She asked with curiosity.
- Two hours ago. He said calmly.
- What? She was even more surprised.
- I am sorry I didn't come two hours ago but I had to take a shower and so on before coming, I know you dislike me looking sick so I came here in a decent way. He said and her face got a bit worried. Don't worry I am not sick, I was just looking sick cause of the long trip.
- I wasn't worried. She said looking to other side.
- I am about to send you to the hell and that wasn't what I wanted to do today. He said annoyed.
- You've done it before, you can do it now, no one's stopping you. She said with a heavy heart. You're also free to leave and please remember you aren't exactly welcome here. And yes, I'm engaged. Happily engaged with someone who isn't my fiancee only but also my only best friend. She said harshly while walking to the door and opening it.
- Darn it, you're horrible when you want to. See you later then. He said acting like if he doesn't care while taking out a shinning stuff from his pocket and putting it on the table. That's for you. He said while leaving the room but before passing the door he took out something else from his pocket. Here you have, a chocolate for the angry kid. He said while laughing and left.
