Chapter 31 : Regret
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Thankfully, the next morning was a Saturday. After sleeping in for a good while – it felt so good after a month of 3 hour sleeping – I took a long, hot shower. I took my time getting ready and even put a bit of makeup on. I was in no way happier that I lost Tyler, but I was desperate to get him back – whatever it took. That in mind, I walked down to Dumbledore’s office and started trying out passwords to the stone gargoyle. After about ten minutes of yelling muggle sweets and pacing back and forth, I finally yelled “Twislers!” and the gargoyle turned, revealing stairs. Unfortunately for me, it also revealed somebody on those stairs.
I saw Tyler before he saw me, and just like the last word I’d said to him, I said “Tyler.” His head shot up and I noticed that he was carrying Mackenzie. “What’s wrong with Mackenzie?” I asked, thrown into a panic mode. Surely that would be the only reason he’d be taking her to see Dumbledore.
“Nothing’s wrong. She’s fine.” He handed her off to me and I kissed her forehead, bouncing her in my arms a bit, before I remembered the recent events.
“I wasn’t following you, if that’s what you were thinking. I came straight from our dorm here.” I stopped myself.
He shook his head a bit. “You’re fine. I was just leaving anyway.”
“Right. Yeah, of course.” I replied, handing Mackenzie back to him after kissing her head again. “I’m sorry I stopped you.” It would be an understatement to say that this was a slight bit awkward. I stepped aside to let him pass and he stared at me for a minute, mouth open as if he was trying to decide whether or not to say something.
“You look nice.” He finally said, before walking away.
“What’s the password?” I yelled back to him.
I shook my head. Of course it was a chocolate bar. From Tyler’s yell, the gargoyle started turning for the second time in the past five minutes. I stepped on the stairs and knocked on the wooden door when I was presented it.
“Come in, Alixzandra.”
I smiled. It was amazing; his ability to tell who it was on the other side of the door. I turned the handle slowly and walked inside. “Good morning Professor.”
“Good morning Mrs. Truett.” I ignored the sting I felt when he said my married name. “What can I do for you this fine November morning?” He seemed happier than usual. I wondered, briefly, what Tyler was here to talk to him about. “Sit. Sit down, girl.”
I sat in front of him and wringed my hands in my lap. “I came here to tell you that I would like to continue on with my sixth year as normal, and graduate with my class instead of trying to graduate a year early.”
He looked at me from over his half-moon spectacles. “If that’s what you want Mrs. Truett. May I ask, why the sudden change of heart?”
I sighed and looked down at my hands again. “I let something fairly insignificant get in the way of my relationship with my husband and child and my own health. Because of that, I’ve lost my husband for the time being, I’ve lost my child every other week, and I’m sick as a dog. It doesn’t matter if Tyler and I graduate at the same time. Either way, we’re going to end up being happy together. Or at least, I hope we will. I’ve got a few things to fix before I can accomplish that, and I’m hoping I’m starting on that path right now.”
“Well I’m sorry to hear all of that. I’ll make sure to let your professors know this afternoon. Is there anything I can do to help with you and Mr. Truett? Some counseling perhaps?”
I smiled at his sympathy but shook my head. “No, I don’t think so. I think he just needs time. I think I need to prove to him that I’m not a stubborn, selfish little girl anymore. Or at least, I’m trying not to be.”
“It might not be my place, but I think that there’s more to this little tantrum of his than that. I’m not sure I know the entire story, but I feel as though he is just as guilty as you.” He looked over his glasses at me again and I felt like a little girl in trouble. “I feel as though Mr. Truett is finally realizing that he’s signed his life away. I think he’s realized that he gave away the chance to be a young person and ‘play the field’ if you will.”
That was not something I wanted to hear. “So what you’re saying, is that you think Tyler regrets marrying me before he’d tried whoring around. Excuse my language.”
He chuckled a bit. “I’m not sure I’d use those words exactly, but I suppose that’s the general idea. I’m sure he’ll come back Mrs. Truett. Just give him some time to ‘see the world’. He’ll be back before you know it.”
I nodded a little bit. There went my good mood. “Well, Professor, I’m quite hungry so I think I’ll see if I can still catch the tail end of dinner. Thank you for your understanding.”
“You’re welcome, Dear.” I rose and started walking away. “Mrs. Truett?” Dumbledore called at about the same time as I reached the door. I turned towards him again. “It’ll all be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” I smiled a bit. I’d heard that a million times, but coming from him, it sounded like something that could actually be considered.
“I’ll try to remember that.”
How'd we end up like that?
Another train off the tracks. - Hinder, "Last Kiss Goodbye"
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