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Specs was so engulfed in reading that he didn't notice someone enter the cottage. He quickly shut the journal and spun around to see Clara staring back at him, fury growing in her eyes.
"How much did you read?" Clara demanded as she yanked the journal out of Specs' hand.
"Not much." Specs let out. He felt like an eight-year-old kid being admonished for breaking the family heirloom. He had just lost any hope of gaining any trust from the girl.
"What possessed you to read someone's private thought's and feelings, let alone someone you don't even know!"
"Look, I'm sorry for reading your journal it was wrong, but why do you push people away?"
"What?" Clara had not expected Specs to retaliate with an argument of his own.
"From what I've seen so far, you've pushed everyone away, even the people that you live with. Why?" Specs had become shocked at his newfound courage.
"I…I…I don't know. Maybe I don't want to hurt people when I die." Anger no longer filled Clara's eyes. Tears threatened to spill over. "I just don't want to cause pain to anyone when I don't know if I'll die in a day, a week, a month, or a year." Clara spoke in between silent sobs. Specs wrapped his arms around the crying girl, surprised that Clara, the same girl who was yelling at him a few seconds ago, let him do so.
After a few minutes of listening to Clara cry, Specs spoke up. "Before my mother died, I can remember her saying that when I was born, I was crying and everyone around me was smiling. I should live my life so that when I die, everyone around me is crying and I'm smiling. I think you should do that. Let people get to know you. They'll only get hurt because they love you." Specs looked down at the girl that rested on his chest. He smiled to himself when he realized that Clara had cried herself to sleep. Carefully picking her up, Specs carried dormant body over to her bed.
Once she was safely under the thin blankets, Specs bent down and kissed her forehead knowing that she wouldn't remember it in the morning. As he turned to retire to his bed, the long trip finally catching up with him, he thought he heard Clara mumble something that sounded like, "Thank you, Matthew."
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Specs was so engulfed in reading that he didn't notice someone enter the cottage. He quickly shut the journal and spun around to see Clara staring back at him, fury growing in her eyes.
"How much did you read?" Clara demanded as she yanked the journal out of Specs' hand.
"Not much." Specs let out. He felt like an eight-year-old kid being admonished for breaking the family heirloom. He had just lost any hope of gaining any trust from the girl.
"What possessed you to read someone's private thought's and feelings, let alone someone you don't even know!"
"Look, I'm sorry for reading your journal it was wrong, but why do you push people away?"
"What?" Clara had not expected Specs to retaliate with an argument of his own.
"From what I've seen so far, you've pushed everyone away, even the people that you live with. Why?" Specs had become shocked at his newfound courage.
"I…I…I don't know. Maybe I don't want to hurt people when I die." Anger no longer filled Clara's eyes. Tears threatened to spill over. "I just don't want to cause pain to anyone when I don't know if I'll die in a day, a week, a month, or a year." Clara spoke in between silent sobs. Specs wrapped his arms around the crying girl, surprised that Clara, the same girl who was yelling at him a few seconds ago, let him do so.
After a few minutes of listening to Clara cry, Specs spoke up. "Before my mother died, I can remember her saying that when I was born, I was crying and everyone around me was smiling. I should live my life so that when I die, everyone around me is crying and I'm smiling. I think you should do that. Let people get to know you. They'll only get hurt because they love you." Specs looked down at the girl that rested on his chest. He smiled to himself when he realized that Clara had cried herself to sleep. Carefully picking her up, Specs carried dormant body over to her bed.
Once she was safely under the thin blankets, Specs bent down and kissed her forehead knowing that she wouldn't remember it in the morning. As he turned to retire to his bed, the long trip finally catching up with him, he thought he heard Clara mumble something that sounded like, "Thank you, Matthew."