Charlotte wanted to say more, there were so many unspoken words that she'd wanted to say for years now. Every time she reached for her phone though, there was always a thought that stopped her.
He's probably moved on by now....If he wanted to talk to you, he'd call...He doesn't care about you anymore...If you were supposed to be together, you never would have broken up in the first place...If you were meant to work, you would have figured the distance out... But now, under his cerulean gaze, she still couldn't bring herself to say a single word that she'd wanted to. And before she could try to force any of the words out, she watching his retreating figure head towards the bar. "I'll go talk to him." Max said, exchanging a quick glance with Charlotte's
sister before sending an apologetic expression the brunette's way and then following after his friend to the bar. "This was a bad idea, El." She said quietly, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched Max follow after the singer. "Don't say that, Char. He'll come around. He just needs time."
Dan's mouth had gone dry, almost dryer than the worst case of cotton mouth he'd ever had. He couldn't have heard her right. Maybe he was dreaming. Or maybe there was something in his beer. But she'd said it twice, that would be the realest hallucination imaginable. He took a seat on the arm of the sofa and ran a hand over his face, rubbing his thumb and index finger over his eyes before he fixed his gaze on Audrey once more. Was the room getting smaller? Had it gotten warmer all of a sudden? No, that definitely wasn't possible. It was almost November. The chill of Autumn had sunk in weeks ago. He was at a loss for words, and he knew that likely wasn't helping the situation, nor was the fact that he was very clearly in a state of panic. Finally, after a few moments of simply staring at the redhead, he spoke. "Fuck..." He swore. "You're absolutely sure?"