Winter Air [H.S.]

Fifty-Seven

Songs:
Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton
Falling In Love At A  Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg
Something I need - One Republic 

| Fifty-Seven |

The bouquet of flowers – the ones that Harry had given her- sat on top of her desk. The petals that were once vibrant in colouring were now wilting away, dulling away with each passing second. A representation of how she felt. The flowers were a constant reminder of the mistake that she had made and the hurt she was bound to cause. It was a reminder of the mistake that she made; the sneaking around and lies that she had done.

Ava couldn’t help but go over everything she had done over the past few weeks. She couldn’t help but convince herself that it was okay to be friends with Mack. Yet, she knew that if that was true, she wouldn’t be feeling the way that she was. She knew, she knew so well, that Harry did not like Mack. He was the one guy that he didn’t trust around her. Ava was full aware of his feelings, but she still went behind his back and hung out with him.

But look where that brought her.

She laughed at her naivety towards Mack’s intentions. She also cringed at her stupidity.

He used her- she still couldn’t believe that. That fact alone still blew her mind. It was such a small world, she thought. The fact that Libby had some relation towards Mack was almost cliché. Their whole relationship and situation was ridiculous.

But that was her life. Her life seemed to be a string of cliché scenarios and ridiculousness. Ava knew that she should be used to this by now.

A bitter chuckle escaped her red painted lips. Not once did her eyes leave the flowers. They sat there, taunting her, laughing at her. They were screaming in her face, yelling: You have Harry! Yet you still lied to him. You idiot!

She mentally shook her head. She wasn’t going to beat herself over this anymore. What was done was done. There was no use crying over spilled milk.

Harry wasn’t here. He was in Sacramento doing his last Californian tour date. He would be coming home in two days. Until then, Ava had promised herself that she would not think about what would happen when he is to come home. Until then, she was going to put all of her focus and energy into her work. She had an anniversary edition to get done, for Pete’s sake.

That was what she did. For the rest of the day, Ava ignored the bouquet that Harry had sent her, and continued on with her work. Instead of letting her mind drift back to her mistakes and what she was going to do once Harry came home, she thought about pointless things like that new boy band named My Direction and how adorable they were.

Yes. That was what she did. Not once did she think about Harry because if she allowed herself to go there she felt sick to her stomach.

-

There was something about summertime. The air was lighter, fresher. The nights were longer and the mornings early. The wind was warm against your bare skin. Dresses and sandals were the common fashion choice. Flowers were in full bloom. The smell of salt filled your lungs and the sounds of birds sang in your ears. The world seemed calmer during the summer.

California, Ava decided, was her new favourite place. She loved the hustle and bustle of the city life, a reminder of her own home city, but the weather was one thousand times better. She laughed to herself when she thought about Vancouver, and how she did not miss the rainy days once. There was something so charming about the sunshine. Perhaps it was because she didn’t see it as often when she was home. She had grown accustomed to the Californian weather. She didn’t know how she was going to adjust to the cold winter air once she got back home.