Chapter 152
**Sara**
I stepped out of the elevator at 7 AM, feeling like a zombie after the night with Tom.
As I shuffled towards my apartment, I spotted a package propped against my door.
"What the hell?" I muttered, bending down to inspect it. The label caught my eye - it was from Matt.
Matt. My ex. What on earth could he be sending me?
I scooped up the box, fumbling with my keys as I unlocked the door. Curiosity got the better of me, and I tore into the package before I'd even kicked off my shoes.
Inside was a mug—but not just any mug. Oh no, this was a special kind of cringe. Emblazoned across its surface in flowing script were the words, "Still in love with you."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Matt had always been sentimental, but this was a new pathetic level. I mean, who sends their ex a mug proclaiming undying love? It was like he'd taken a page out of a teenage girl's diary and decided to slap it on some kitchenware.
I turned the mug over in my hands, half expecting to find some soppy poem etched on the bottom. Thankfully, it was just plain ceramic. Small mercies.
"Well, Matt," I said to the empty apartment, "looks like you've outdone yourself in the realm of desperate gestures."
I set the mug on my kitchen counter, debating whether to use it or chuck it in the trash. The cheesy message stared back at me, mocking my life choices. I mean, seriously? "Still in love with you"? Was Matt living in some parallel universe where infidelity was a form of foreplay?
I laughed at the absurdity. Here I was, fresh from a night of mind-blowing sex with Tom, and my ex decided to send me a love declaration via ceramic. Talk about timing.
"Jesus, Matt," I muttered, shaking my head. "You couldn't spring for a Hallmark card like a normal person?"
I poured myself a cup of coffee, pointedly avoiding the new mug. The rich aroma filled my nostrils, promising a much-needed caffeine boost. As I sipped, I eyed Matt's absurd gift.
"Still in love with you," I muttered. "Yeah, right."
My mind wandered to Matt and his new flame, Victoria. Why was he still hung up on me when he had her to keep him warm at night? I mean, come on. The guy had moved on, and now he was trying to win me back with kitchenware?
I grabbed my phone, snapping a quick picture of the offending mug. My fingers flew over the screen as I typed out a message to Matt:
Me: Nice mug. FYI, if any more mugs or anything else shows up at my address, I will murder you. Xoxo.
I hit send, imagining Matt's face when he read it. That same deer-in-headlights look he had when I caught him cheating. Priceless.
Despite my irritation, a tiny part of me wondered what Matt was thinking. Did he really want me back? Or was this just some misguided attempt to ease his guilt?
I took another sip of coffee, mulling over my conflicted feelings. Matt had betrayed me in the worst way possible, shattering the trust we'd built over the years. Yet, I couldn't deny the weight of our shared history. Memories of happier times flickered through my mind, unbidden and unwelcome. I grimaced, pushing them away.
The warmth of the mug in my hands grounded me, reminding me of the present. Whatever Matt's intentions were now, they didn't erase what he'd done. Still, a tiny part of me couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently.
"Stop it, Sara," I scolded myself. "You're being ridiculous."
But was I? I mean, sure, Matt had royally screwed up. But people make mistakes, right? Maybe he'd realized what he'd lost and genuinely wanted to make amends.
I shook my head, trying to clear away the fog of nostalgia. This was Matt we were talking about. The guy who'd looked me in the eye and lied about Victoria. The same Matt who'd tried to gaslight me when I confronted him with evidence.
"Face it, girl," I muttered to myself. "You're just horny and confused."
And speaking of horny... my mind drifted back to last night with Tom. Now, that was something worth thinking about. The way his hands had roamed my body, the feel of his lips on my skin...
I felt a flush creeping up my neck. Tom was everything Matt wasn't - mature, passionate, and oh-so-skilled in the bedroom. Plus, he hadn't cheated on me. Always a bonus.
My phone buzzed, startling me out of my Tom-induced daydream. It was a text from Matt.
Matt: I'm sorry about the mug. Can we talk?
I stared at the message, torn between curiosity and annoyance. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to leave Matt hanging like he'd left me. But another part...
"Damn it," I growled, setting down my coffee mug with more force than necessary. Why did relationships have to be so complicated? Why couldn't exes stay exes instead of popping up with sappy mugs and vague text messages?
I glanced at the clock. It was still early, and I had a full day of classes ahead of me. The last thing I needed was Matt's drama clouding my mind.
With a sigh, I picked up my phone and typed a response.
Me: Nothing to talk about. Enjoy your coffee with Victoria.
Petty? Maybe. But it felt good to hit send.
I drained the last of my coffee, ignoring Matt's mug as I rinsed mine in the sink. Whatever game he was playing, I wasn't interested. I had bigger fish to fry - like figuring out where things stood with Tom.
Speaking of Tom, I couldn't resist sharing this ridiculous situation with him. Who else could appreciate the sheer absurdity of receiving a love declaration via kitchenware? I grabbed my phone and snapped another pic of the offending mug, capturing its full, cringe-worthy glory.
Me: Look at what my ex mailed.
I hit send, chuckling to myself. Poor Tom was about to get a front-row seat to the Matt show. I wondered how he'd react. Would he find it as ridiculous as I did? Or would it spark some kind of macho jealousy?
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