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He had spent the last few months doing his level best to avoid Josie Garrett at all costs. It wasnât easy - a lot of the places he would usually be or exist were places she was likely to be. Luckily, with the news that there was a kid on the way, Justinâs life was shifting away from the man he was when he was in love with Josie, and into something else entirely. The need to go into those spaces was lessened, and the more time went by without seeing her, the less likely it seemed that they would ever bump into one another again. Despite the risk of seeing her seeming to be low, he still hadnât fully shaken the habit of shopping in the mini mart she had been fired from. It wasnât likely that sheâd return to the scene of her firing and humiliation. Here, at least, he was safe.Â
Or so he thought. He was filling a basket with spaghetti and apple juice - just the basics - and a bunch of red roses for Jess. But as he turned to check out the shelf behind him, he realised that his attempts not to run into Josie Garrett had failed him today - not only that, but she wanted to talk. Justin couldnât help but wince. âUm, hey yourself.â He glanced at the roses, seemingly just remembering they were in his hand. âOh. Yeah. I justâŠâ He didnât know how to explain the situation, so he trailed off with a shrug, hoping that the fact he was buying roses at all would let her know he was moving on.Â
Josie wasnât an idiot, not in that moment at least, so his reaction didnât go unnoticed. She saw the flinch, and it caused her to look down at her scuffed Converse. What did she truly expect? Their last conversation consisted of him confessing his love and her chopping a metaphorical axe through it. She was so fucking scared of feeling any shred of vulnerability that she had to take it out on others or push them away in order to not feel so much. It was ridiculous. It was also too late, or so she thought. The roses in his basket made her wonder if deep down, maybe she was wrong. About him, about her, about everything. She didnât want to have to spill her guts in the middle of a corner store, but she couldnât swallow it down.
âJustin, look...â She had to take a deep breath and force herself to unravel the material of her sleeves from where it was balled up in her hands. If she was going to apologize, or better yet, tell him how she really felt, it needed to be done properly. âI didnât mean to ruin any plans if you got those for me or whatever, I just...I need you to know that I fucked this up, me. I fucked up. Thatâs what I do, I know, but I...I shouldnât have with you. You didnât deserve it. Any of it.â She was trying hard not to fidget, but it became more difficult as everything she said became more uncomfortable. She had to shove her hands back into her pockets to stop them from trembling. âAnd the truth is that I...I love you, too. I was scared to say it before because I lose almost every single person in my life that I love, and Iâm still fucking terrified, but Iâm saying it anyway. I donât know if this fixes or changes anything because I feel like Iâve already lost you, but I love you, Justin.â










