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can bloody well come here and explain himself. He needs to stop hiding behind his gifts and start telling me the truth. I know how good he is at writing, I’m sure if I read any of the notes he’s left me then it’d all make sense and I’d forgive him in a second. But damn it, I don’t want it to be that easy for him!”
    Seeing the surprised look on her friend’s face at the outburst, Angela groaned unhappily and cradled her head.
    “I just want to know the truth. I don’t want a bunch of flowers and apologies. I just want to know what I did wrong. If he doesn’t like me, okay, fine. I think I got the message. But I want to hear so from him, not some note he sent me.”
    Exhaling softly, Sharon leaned across the table and stared at her friend until Angela met her eye.
    “Has it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, he’s scared of visiting you because of the way you’re acting?”
    Angela shook her head and sighed heavily. She opened her mouth to reply, and was surprised to find her throat closing with emotion. Seeing the unhappiness she was trying to hide, Sharon reached over and squeezed Angela’s upper arm reassuringly.
    “I’ve got to go,” she lied, able to see that what Angela needed most at that moment was to not have someone pester her about the situation. “Look after yourself?”
    Angela nodded, getting up and seeing her friend to the door. As Sharon walked off down the street, Angela looked at the flowers that scattered her lawn in a dying sea of red and white, before closing the door on them.

    Sharon shook her head wearily as she walked home, her mind stuck on Angela’s behaviour since the party. In all the years she’d known her, she couldn’t ever remember her friend reacting this badly to a disappointment. Especially over a guy.
    Admittedly, this hadn’t been a typical situation, but still. She’d always been the pragmatic one when it came to relationships; a grounding force against Sharon’s more reckless style of dating. Now that Sharon was having to be the sensible one, she was struggling.
    Lost in her thoughts, Sharon turned the corner and almost crashed into a man walking the other way. Caught completely by surprise, Sharon caught herself on his shoulder. Looking up to apologize, Sharon yelled in shock as she recognized Tuyen.
    He blinked and stepped back, gazing at Sharon with a kind of dulled recognition.
    “Uh, Sharon, right?” he forced a smile on his face, the kind one puts on for those barely more than strangers.
    “…Yeah,” Sharon didn’t realize she was staring. Seeing him now in daylight—and without the influences of alcohol—Sharon was stunned at just how attractive he was. Or could be. Right now he looked terrible. His hair, lanky and unwashed, hung over hollowed eyes and he looked haggard, like he hadn’t been sleeping at all. Growing uncomfortable under Sharon’s scrutiny, Tuyen ran a hand through his hair and gestured vaguely up the street.
    “Is she…?” He began lamely and halted, looking almost as if he were trapped. He sighed and looked about to say something else, before he gave up with a slump of his shoulders. Taking pity on the hopeless creature before her, Sharon nodded.
    “Yeah. She’s home. Though if I were you I’d stop sending flowers.”
    “Yeah, I figured...” Tuyen barked a laugh, before he sighed again uncomfortably and shrugged his shoulders. “I haven’t exactly had a lot of experience in this kind of thing. I don’t really know what to tell her.”
    Sharon nodded, wondering if this man who had looked so confident when she last saw him was really as naïve as he appeared, and what it was exactly that he counted as experience.
    “Just…talk to her,” Sharon ventured hesitantly. “Try telling the truth.”
    An expression of extreme discomfort spread across Tuyen’s face, before he mumbled something about the truth being complicated.
    Sharon took the comment in and chose to ignore it as she continued. “Be honest with her.