“Looks like the surgery cleared your head this time,” Jarvis said, as mean as ever.
I smiled and said nothing. He packed up his things and put a chocolate on the table. “Eat it when your condition allows.”
I watched him, but he didn’t look back. He simply turned and left. As the door closed, I glanced at the chocolate.
Was It the same one I had posted about on social media a few days ago.
That day was my birthday, and though I rarely indulged in chocolate as a child or an adult, I had a sudden craving.
I mentioned it to Antonio several times, but he brushed me off, thinking I was being childish and asking why I couldn’t just buy it myself.
Again, he hung up on me.
I searched everywhere but couldn’t find the filled chocolate I craved.
Feeling despondent, I posted on social media, saying I might never find my favorite chocolate again, with an old photo of it.
Antonio commented below, “Are you done?”
Long ago, Eloise sent me a picture of the chocolate, asking if it was the one I wanted. I was a bit confused but thrilled and told her it was.
She replied, “Antonio bought me this.”
I cried all night, hurt by Antonio’s words. Even now, thinking about his words made me feel so hurt.
Seeing the chocolate again, I couldn’t help but smile.
I couldn’t enjoy it yet, but I snapped a picture and shared it online. To my surprise, Antonio was the first to like it.
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