Every time she walked out that door, minus Stitch or Lilo, Nani found her feet walking with purpose toward his home. It was like a magnet. He hadnât come to her and it had been two months, she just wanted him back and was tired of the pain and the anger that found her throughout the day. Life wasnât the same without him and whether she was angry, whether she was crying... all that it boiled down to was she was hurt. But she didnât know what she expected. Did she really think that heâd just come back to her, professing his love? Nani didnât even know anymore. All she knew was she wanted him back. However, heâd let her have him. It wasnât as though she was worth it. Worth the craziness of her life, worth him. She wasnât and she knew that, but she loves him. God, does she love him. Problem was she couldnât change how she handled it. Couldnât change the putting things off, couldnât change the past. She could change the future, but based on the two months away with no word back... It was too late.
Walking back for the fifth time that morning from where sheâd met his door, Nani didnât notice that Stitch had been there. Possibly watching her each time she walked toward Davidâs only to turn back, eyes misty and fingers clenched in a fist because she wanted to knock... And yet she didnât. Heading toward their own door, thatâs when she saw him and her eyes fell. One hand rising up to run within her hair before she looked back up at him with the hybrid of a smile and a grimace, she didnât even bother to ask him if she saw it. And if heâd seen it practically every day for the past couple of weeks the several times a day sheâs done it. No instead, Nani did what Nani does, and tried to play it like everything was normal -- fixing her smile a little bit, so it wasnât that hybrid anymore, but a weak smile. Had to be better than the mix, and then she spoke to him. âHey, you need something? We could run to the store or whatever, I think weâre out of yogurt and peanut butter. And you know how much Lilo hates it when weâre out of peanut butter. Maybe I should try to win a lifetime supply,â she joked. âThen weâll never run dry... Or if youâre hungry I could make brunch. Either or. Take your pick.â [pelekaish]













