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With a sigh, and a soft smile he scoops her up into his arms. She yawns slightly, and cuddles into him. He walks into the spare room, and lays her down on the bed, making sure to tuck her in, and without any hesitation, he kisses her on the cheek lightly. He heads out into the hallway and into his own room. He falls back onto the bed, pulls the blankets up over himself and falls asleep, tired out from the days events.
She wakes up to the smell of coffee. Getting out of bed she yawns and stretches. She makes her way down the hall and into the kitchen. " Oh, you're up, did I wake you ?" He asks. "No you didn't wake me, but um about last night ?. . . " "Yeah, you know I think it's best if we just forget about it." He tells her, ignoring the pain in his chest. At his response she feels her heart plummet and here she thought maybe they could work things out. " Yeah, it's probably for the best." She tells him, voice faltering a little. He notices this but doesn't mention anything. Akward silence. " So . . . breakfast ?" He asks. "Yeah, that'd be nice." They eat in silence, both thinking about the previous nights events.
Looking out the large windows, she notices that the snowstorm was still raging on, even stronger now. "Oh, wow." She breathes out. "Yeah, I know, beautiful isn't it ?" " Yeah, but I guess I'm stuck here for the time being." " I don't mind Caity, I really don't." "Thanks. Well I guess I'll go get changed and stuff." She gets up, puts her plate in the sink and walks towards the bedroom. After showering and changing, she starts to make her way towards the living room.
She stops by his open bedroom door, peering in, she sees that he's not inside. She walks in, and observes the room, it hasn't changed much, in fact it was the same, minus all her things. She walks over to his dresser and opens the drawer containing all his plaid and flannel shirts, hoping to take another one for herself. But as she opens the drawer she sees her gray scarf lying on top of all the shirts, welling up a little she makes her way over to the bed in a daze and flops down in it with a sigh. Minutes pass and she feels anger rise up in her, getting up and out off the bed the stomps over to the drawer, yanks the scarf out of it, and storms towards the living room where she can hear him playing piano.
Hearing her loud angry footsteps he stops playing and turns around right as she stops in front off him. "What the hell is this ?!" She asks him throwing the scarf angrily at him. He blushes slightly. " I uh . . . " he trails off. "You what ?! Huh Nate, you have no right to keep this, we both agreed to end it, so why are you still holding onto the past ?! " " Fine ! Then give me back my shirt." Now it was her turn to go red. "I uh . . ." " Or are you still stuck in the past ?" He mocks her. She was shaking with anger now. " You know what ?" She says looking him straight in the eye, " I'm not doing this with you." She storms off. " Congratulations, Caitlyn. I think you've found the world's thinnest argument." He shouts after her. He hears her door slam, hard. He turns around and sits back at the piano and begins taking his anger out on the keys.