"You don't have a job, Grace. You were fired. Do you really think I would not know?"
Grace opened her mouth to give him a reply, but the words took a few moments to come out. "I did not get fired—"
"Another lie."
"I didn't—" she huffed. "I did. What is it to you? It's for me to figure out."
"I am sure it is."
She frowned. "No, it's my issue."
Not only was it just her issue, I just had nothing to do with him. He could not come and waltze in her life after three years of silence.
Christian smiled a little, just a bit. She always did when he knew that she was thinking something, but was keeping it to herself. "Say it."
She did. "It has been more than three years since we last talked. I called you urgently, I called you the next day, every minute, in the middle middle of the night, there was no time I thought of calling you and did not call you."
"The only way I even got to know anything about you was through our mutual friends. They knew what was going on in your life and I did not. Your social media was off, your phone was off, your email was off, everything about you had just disappeared. There was no way of communicating to you. There has been nothing in between us for three years. You cannot come to me and tell me that my problem is all of a sudden, are your problems because they are not."
Any person, after hearing a confession of feelings from anyone, would have looked away, would have made a movement to dilute the tension that had started to build up. They would have done anything to just cause a little bit of distraction to lower the tension a little bit. But that was not Christian. Somehow, he stared right into her eyes, as if he could see her soul and find out how her brain was working.
"Three years of no communication and silence cannot bring you and me apart." He said. "You and I have been friends for as long as we have been alive and we will continue to be in each other's life. Communication or silence does not matter shit to me."
"Communication is all that matters in any kind of relationship. If you're not talking to someone, how in the world are you still related to them if not by blood!" She could not call someone her friend if she had not talked to them in three years. That friendship was over.
"No, Grace. It does not." Christain shook his head. "Only you matter to me. If you want to remain inside and for the rest of your life, You can, but you are the only one who matters to me."
Grace gaped at him open-mouthed. "That does not even make any kind of sense. Make it make sense!"
He smiled and raised his cup. "Have your drink first. Come on, let's go to the living room."