“So, what are you doing here?”
Ace seemed to think about it for a while but then shrugged.
“I’m not sure.”
“Maybe you do care a little,” I said.
“Probably not,” he said.
“You’re really that mad at me?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“I’m mad at myself.”
“What?”
“I should have known,” he said. “That I could never win you.”
“Ace …”
He held up his hand.
“Don’t.”
“What?” I asked.
“Apologize. I don’t want to hear it,” he said.
“But I am sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said.
I sighed.
“I guess it doesn’t. It is just words,” I said.
He nodded, agreeing with me, as silence slowly fell over us again, and we just sat there, neither of us knowing what to say.
“She isn’t coming back,” I whispered.
“No, she probably won’t,” Ace said.
I looked at him a little annoyed, but he shrugged again.
“But you never know.”
“She will always choose her brother, and I can’t even blame her for that. I wouldn’t want my own sister to choose someone else, so I get it!” I said.
“Then I guess you need to let her go,” he said.
I looked at him angrily this time.
“And go back to you?” I asked. “Is that why you’re here?”
He narrowed his eyes a little.
“You think I would want you back?” he asked.