Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

[A rose for every day I wronged you. I love you baby, please take me back.]

I stare at the small card with my mouth open.

What time did he arrange this?

I look around, and the floor is covered in red roses. Petals trail from the door to

the bed, some scattered in messy little bunches, others lying so perfectly they almost look unreal. The room smells like fresh flowers and heartbreak.

My heart thuds against my chest like it's trying to claw its way out.

"I think we are in the wrong room." I place the card back down.

"No we're not. The flowers are for you." A deep voice speaks behind me.

"You're insane," I whisper, not sure if I'm talking to him or myself.

Alex leans against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, watching me like I'm the only thing in the room that matters.

"I am insane." He says, pushing away from the door frame, "But I'm in love with you."

I shake my head slowly, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.

"You can't just buy flowers and expect everything to go away."

"I don't expect it to fix anything." He steps closer,"I just wanted you to know I remember. Every single day, I hurt you. Every time I made you feel like you didn't matter."

"And what? You thought a few dozen roses would make it better?" I try to sound annoyed, angry, anything but soft.

"It's not the roses," he says gently. "It's what they stand for. Regret. Memory. Hope."

I hate how those words make my throat tighten.

I look away, pretending to fix the strap of my bag, pretending I don't feel tears pressing at the back of my eyes.

"Why now, Alex? Why do all this now?"

pretending I'm okay without

"Because I've watched you take care of everyone, even when you're breaking. And I realized

bite the inside of my cheek,

nightstand and picks

hands it to

This one just says:

[Please be mine again.]

it down because my fingers are

go,"

running away?"

heart pounding so hard I hear my ears

isn't you, Alex. I bet you're doing this for some hidden agenda. What? Is it the formula you want? I

closer until he's in my space. I've been to stunned

and wipes an angry tear falling

my heart." He whispers, before his eyes lift to

would never do anything to hurt you. Ever again. As for the formula, no I don't want it. That's why

even for you. You may be wealthy but you're not the only

But I'm the

of Dad's. I'm sponsoring his campaigns and once he wins, we can get all this behind us Unless you want to revamp it, no one will pressure

believe you're not interested in the one thing that can cure your

his head

I don't need the formula, as for the weakness,

are. But I have

words hang in the air like

how warm it makes my

even though a small, dangerous

all the right things, Alex. That's the

me like I'm the air

words," he says, his voice low.

if

shaky step back, trying to

feel it slipping, logic, distance, the walls I've spent years

fury.

you anymore," I