Page 47 of Missing Linc
“Okay. Time to go. Now,” I tell her and open the door back up.
“Linc. Come on. We were happy,” she insists.
“No, we weren’t,” he says.
“Yes, we were,” she keeps on.
“But he’s happier now. With me. So… out!” I tell her, showing her the door.
She still doesn’t get the message.
“Makayla!”he shouts, and both she and I turn to look at him again. “We’re over. Over. O-VER. I don’t know how many ways to say this until you get it. We’re done. I was never happy with you. I thought I was, but it’s clear I wasn’t or I wouldn’t be feeling like a free, happy man now that you’re not in my life.
“You were suffocating me, Makayla. You were making me miserable. You didn’t like anything. You didn’t like my friends, you didn’t like my job, my passions. You hated me—”
“I don’t hate you, Linc,” she claps back, but her voice is only half the decibel as before.
Is she finally getting the message?
“No. You hated me. You were trying to put me into a neat little box of your choosing instead of letting me find my own. You wanted to change everything about me. We made each other miserable as a result.”
God, it sounds like the worst relationship ever.
Why did he ever propose to her?
“So the last seven years have been a lie?” She’s on the verge of tears now. I can feel it coming. I can smell it.
“They weren’t a lie,” Linc says and takes her hands. “Come on, Makayla. Were you really happy? You’re a great woman. We’re just not… meant for each other. There’s a guy out there who will be your perfect man. Your dream man. It’s just… that’s not me.”
She sighs and her shoulders sag.
Well, color me surprised. I thought we’d have to call for help to get her removed.
She looks from him to me and back to him and sighs again.
“Well, I guess you foundyourdream man then.”
Color me surprised. Again.
She’s admitting defeat?
“It’s time I found mine,” she says and lets go of his hands, then, as she walks to the door, she turns to me and holds her hands together. “Please… make him happy.”
She takes her ring off and gives it to me and leaves a completely changed woman from when she came in.
I guess people had a nice way of surprising you sometimes.
“I’m so sorry you had to be here for that,” he says when we’re alone again.
I smile and put my hands up to his cheeks.
“I’m glad Iwashere.”
“I wish you were here all the time,” he says.
“Well… I’m sure we can work out an arrangement where… for example, I stay over here and you… cook me breakfast every morning?”
His lips meet mine before I even know it, and I enjoy their taste.
