"Ouch! Motherfucker!"
"Hailey!"
Erik was following her in the ski hill and braked right beside her when he saw her trip.
"Ahhh shit!"
"You're hurt? What happened?"
"I don't know….stupid…snow…all hard and cold…"
"Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere…" she mumbled to herself.
"Where?" Erik repeated, worried.
"It's my shoulder…my elbow…I dunno…Can't move my arm. SHIT! How am I supposed to play if I can't move my arm?!"she suddenly yelled, panicking.
"It's all right, it's ok, let's not jump to conclusions before we know how bad it is. Let's head back to the cabin, we'll check your arm" he said calmly.
"I don't want to..." she whined.
"Does it hurt too much? Can you get up?"
"I don't want to..." Hailey repeated, more sadly.
"You don't want to get up?"
"I don't want to stop playing."
She needed to get out of there. She wanted to go home.
Erik told her she should rest her arm and wait until tomorrow but she couldn't. In the middle of the night, she got up, stayed in her PJ's because her arm hurt too much to change herself, grabbed her suitcase and left a note behind.
Sweet Erik,
I am more homesick right now than my arm hurts.
Have some stuff to take care of.
Forgive me. I don't deserve your kindness.
H.
This is the kind of person she was being lately. Doing whatever she wanted, whenever she felt like it. Living the moment. Going with the flow. Listening to her own feelings, not caring about the other's. It's not that she was insensitive. It's more that she was feeling too much at the same time. She had nothing left for anyone else.
The truth was…she had no fucking clue what she was doing.
For all she knew, she was just being stupid.