Sorry
Mitchie felt the warm sun on her face and instantly tears began falling.
How long had it been?
She didn't remember.
She rolled over onto her stomach and whimpered, as the pain of the memories hit her…
Shane's lips, the way they molded against hers, her heart fluttering like a deranged hummingbird. He whispered her name, and then his arms led her…
Shane's even breath, making the moment in half awake, half unconscious wonder, a perfect one. She rolled over, curled against his chest and fell back asleep.
Her throat tightened as she remembered the last, painful memory.
Shane's beautiful eyes a downcast, refusing to look her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mitchie…"
"Don't tell me sorry when you're not! Especially when you're leaving me!"..
Mitchie groaned and got up, ready to miserably start the day. Or almost.
She padded to the bathroom, stripped, took a shower, and tried to comb out her hair. The rats that seemed permanently imbedded mocked her.
She gritted her teeth. Time for some self abuse…
A half an hour later, her hair was smooth, silky, and about half as thick. The comb held half of her hair. Mitchie let the tears fall.
She grabbed the robe, concealing her body, and wandered back to the beds, her hands the only thing keeping her robe closed.
Mitchie looked around. Guitar? No…he played that for her once…
"I'm sorry…"
Her heart thumped unevenly, painfully.
Caitlyn was already gone. Obviously, she'd woken up while Mitchie was in the bathroom, and, having taken a shower the night before, had left.
Numbly, Mitchie wondered where. Maybe off with Nate, to do whatever they were up too nowadays. Maybe she was busy making up a new song.
Mitchie stumbled back to her bed.
"I'm sorry…"
Yeah, she thought sadly. I am too.
She collapsed onto it and sighed. She started to curl up on her side, but instantly snapped back, her hands losing some of the grip on her robe.
Her mind began to cloud. She fell into another, uneven sleep.
That was almost the only thing she did nowadays. She really didn't have anything to do on Sundays anymore.
She woke up hours later; to find out she wasn't alone in her bed.
"Mitchie…we have to talk."
Her entire being froze. "Shane."