anthony booth

anonymous asked:


hope this is okay :)

“I guess, you got sick of me, huh?”

Jasmine isn’t sure why she agrees to meet Anthony at the diner they used to frequent far too often when they were young and in love.

It’s a text from him that she gets when it’s nearing midnight that she leaves unanswered, figuring he was drunk. She wakes up to another text asking the same question, and that’s the one she answers, agreeing to meet him at the diner later that afternoon.

Anthony walks in at the exact time he says he’ll be there, not surprised to see Jasmine already in a booth, always wanting to be early to everything. She stands up to give him a quick hug before they slide back into their sides of the booth, Anthony’s smile infectious as he looks across the table at her.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” He confesses, the two of them ordering the same food they always had, Jasmine taking a sip of her water.

“I wasn’t sure I wanted to,” She replies, Anthony taking a deep breath as he nodded.

“I miss you, Jas,” Anthony confesses in what may be the least romantic fashion he thinks is possible, Jasmine sighing from the other side of the table.

She had broken it off a few months prior, feeling like their relationship had gotten to a point where they needed to go their separate ways. Both of them were heartbroken, but Anthony had never lost faith that he’d be able to get them back together.

“I know you said it was for the best, but I was still in love with you, Jasmine. I still am,” He laughs, shaking his head as he takes a quick sip of his water. “I guess, you got sick of me, huh?”

“Anthony,” Jasmine immediately counters, looking up at him, the hurt evident behind her eyes. “I didn’t get sick of you. I don’t think I could ever get sick of you,” She sighs, sitting up just a little straighter.

“I just, we were fighting a lot more. I didn’t know what to do besides ask for a break. I thought it was what was best for us.”

“We could’ve worked through it. You didn’t even give us a chance, Jasmine. You just went right to the worst case scenario for both of us,” He argues, keeping his voice low so the diners around them didn’t hear.

“I know, it was stupid,” She sighs, confessing the one thing that had been plaguing her mind the last few months. The table falls silent for a moment, the two of them trying to gauge where they wanted to go from here.

“I want to give us another chance, another shot at making this work.” Anthony’s voice fills the otherwise quiet table, Jasmine looking up at him. “We don’t have to rush back into this, we don’t have to call each other a couple if you don’t want. I just, I can’t keep acting like what we did was the right thing when we both know it’s not.”

Jasmine lets the silence fall between them for a moment, taking a deep breath as she contemplates everything running through her mind. She finally nods, looking up to give him the smallest of smiles that she manages to muster.

“Okay,” She whispers, smiling wider now that she’s said it out loud. “But we’re taking it slow.” Anthony nods quickly at her request, reaching across the table to hold her hand, squeezing it gently.

There were a million scenarios that ran through Anthony’s mind as he made his way to the diner earlier that afternoon, but the one that had actually come out of them reuniting had been the one that he had been praying for the most, and the one that he was the happiest had come true.


Douglas Booth on being in Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None