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Chapter 14: Wednesday: No more moping around!

After crying myself to sleep on Monday afternoon, I’d stayed in my room for the remainder of the day wallowing in sorrow and self-pity, listening to songs about heartbreak that did nothing to alleviate my mood.

Eventually, I played “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus over and over in a bid to lift my spirits. I didn’t need a man. I didn’t need Romi. If he didn’t want me, I didn’t want him, I told myself, but after a while, I realised that was complete and utter nonsense and sunk back into my fit of depression before crying myself to sleep again that night.

All day Tuesday was spent in my room upset. I had been so depressed and didn’t want to see anyone, spending my days in my pj’s and not even brushing my teeth. I told everyone I was feeling ill, and Nonna brought me soup for lunch. I managed to eat it to please her, but I didn’t touch the dinner she had sent up that night. I just couldn’t stomach it.

I knew Romi hadn’t returned after the meeting with Glowacki or after the dinner with the Peacocks. Ash had popped in to see me in the evening and told me Romi was busy dealing with stuff at the flat while trying to find out more information on the situation with the attacks. However, busy, or not, I knew he was using it as an excuse to avoid me. I just didn’t know what to do about it.

However, this morning, Nonna visited me again and gave me a virtual shake. She told me it was time to stop moping around and get up and fight for my man. Nonna had always been observant, and I should have known she had seen that there was more between Romi and me lately than there used to be.

She told me a story I had never heard before. It was about her as a young woman. She had been in love with her father’s best friend. He had loved her in return but had refused to pursue a relationship with her due to their age gap. He believed that they would not be accepted and thought their love was doomed, and eventually, he convinced her of the hopelessness of it all.

Instead of pursuing their love, they decided to avoid upsetting her family, and they had each allowed the other to walk away. I could hear the sadness in her voice then and finally saw in her eyes an emptiness I had never noticed before. I had always wondered why Nonna had never married. Now I knew of her unrequited love, and I understood.

Nonna said that she had moved to live with my mother’s family after that in an attempt to put distance between her and the man whom she couldn’t have. However, there wasn’t a day since that she hadn’t thought of him and wished they’d taken the chance to be with one another and damn the consequences and even though she had grown to love all of our family as her own and had found a semblance of happiness, she would always have her regrets.

Nonn’s story made me so sad. Her lover was dead now. He had died a few years ago, having never married, just as she hadn’t. They had missed out on their one chance at true happiness, and she didn’t want that to happen to me.

“Don’t live your life regretting what you don’t have. Go for it and grab it with both hands. Life is too short to live without your true love. Fight for him, Sonia,” she told me, brushing my tears aside.

“I will,” I said through a watery smile.

She squeezed my hands, and I nodded and lifted my chin in determination. There would be no more moping around. I would fight for Romi. We had a lot of hurdles to jump, but we had already gotten over the first; Nonna was on our side, and that was a start. I knew in my heart, without a doubt, Romi and I were meant to be together. He was worth fighting for. This was just a minor setback. I would not give up!

So, finally feeling more like myself again, I fixed myself up and headed down to lunch. It was Wednesday, one of Nonna’s days off, and she was off out with a friend. She had said that it would just be me and Ash eating lunch today, and I was glad.

Although I longed to see Romi again, I wasn’t quite ready yet. I needed to make some plans. I had to convince my guy to acknowledge that what was between us was real and that going against my family and committing to a relationship between us was worth it. I had a lot of thinking to do. I intended to do just that after I had eaten. Right now, though, I was ravenous after not eating for the last couple of days, and I badly needed to fuel myself for the task ahead.

When I arrived, Ash was already in the dining room staring at his phone in frustration, and I wondered if he had managed to get the number of the pretty waitress yet.

“Did you get the number of the pretty waitress?” I asked.

“No,” he said, surprising me.

“Ha. Oh my god, ladies, and gentlemen,” I told an imaginary audience, “the infamous Ash Rominov has lost his charm and can’t even get a woman’s number,” I taunted him, laughing.

The laughter quickly died in my throat as a roast potato smacked my chest, leaving a greasy stain on my favourite top.

My mouth fell open in shock. I stared at Ash in disbelief for a few seconds as he continued to eat as if nothing had happened. Finally, when the shock had worn off, I narrowed my eyes, grinned wickedly at Ashs feigned innocence, and threw the potato back at him.

Ash ducked and picked up a forkful of peas, pinging them at me. I gasped in mock outrage, and a full-on food fight ensued. We laughed our heads off. By the end, the table was a mess, and so were we. I clutched my sides where a stitch had formed from all the laughter.

It was so good to have a laugh, and it was especially good to see Ash laughing again.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we did that! Obviously, Little Miss Hot Mess has made more of an impact on you than I thought!” I wheezed.

“What are you talking about?” Ash chuckled.

“She’s obviously got you longing for food games,” I winked and wiggled my eyebrows.

“Very funny,” he replied, rolling his eyes at me.

“Seriously, I think I like this girl already. She is a good influence on you.” I smirked, and he shook his head and rolled his eyes again at my words.

“Ash, you need to get with that girl,” I said much more seriously,

“It has been years since I have seen your playful side, then you meet her, and it’s come out twice already. After only one kiss! Imagine how much nicer you will be to live with if you actually get laid.”

“Ha, ha.” He picked up another potato off the floor and chucked it at me again. I dissolved into another fit of giggles at his antics. Oh yes, that girl had definitely had a positive effect on my brother, and all she had done was kiss him. I really hoped they got together.

“That’s enough childish nonsense for today; I have work to do,” he said, smiling as he headed for the door.

“Her name is Gracie, by the way!” I shouted after him when it suddenly dawned on me he might not know it.

He turned back immediately and glared at me. Oops, I guess he didn’t.

“Say what?” he asked.

“Her name is Gracie. I heard Derrick call her that a few times,” I told him sheepishly.

“Is there Anything else you know about her that you haven’t told me?” he asked through gritted teeth, obviously annoyed with me. I had been so caught up in my own issues that I had forgotten to tell him sooner, so I could understand that.

“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head and feeling bad for withholding information. He pursed his lips at me, but as he turned around to leave again, I caught his grin.

Ash had her name now, so hopefully, he would be able to find out who she was, get her number, take her out, and maybe even get laid. Maybe he might even fall for her. That would be good for him, of course, but I had even more selfish reasons for hoping for that. If Ash fell for someone, he would be in a better place to understand my feelings for Romi and his for me. Oh yeah, I really, really hoped he found her.

Returning to my room after our silly antics with a huge smile on my face, I set about planning my next move with renewed hope. I planned how I would approach Romi and make him talk about us. I rehearsed exactly what I would say and how I would convince him to give our relationship a chance.

Unfortunately, by the end of the week, I still hadn’t had an opportunity to because he was obviously still avoiding me, and I was getting more frustrated by the minute. It was ridiculous. I knew he was genuinely busy looking into the current attack situation, but when he wasn’t, I expected him to come home at some point. The fact he hadn’t was really starting to annoy me. I huffed in frustration as I paced my room, trying to decide what to do.

Chewing on my lips, I pondered the situation. I really had expected Romi to be more of a man about this. I couldn’t believe he was hiding out at his apartment, instead of facing me about things. Hiding from our situation wasn’t the answer, and I refused to let him do it any longer. Enough was enough. It was time Mr Sexy Abs got over his concerns and manned up.

Unable to take the frustration any longer, I decided that if he didn’t return home this evening, then tomorrow, I would need to take the matter into my own hands. Again!

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