you're just impossible to stay mad at.
She knew that would hit a nerve. She knew it the moment she said it. You may ask why that one comment hit so hard?
That's the exact thing Julia said.
Right before she died.
I parked my hearse on the sidewalk and approached my front door. I opened it, slamming it behind me. My dad patted me on the back.
"Hey son." I ignored him, knowing it was wrong, but did it anyway. I made my way to my room, slamming that door too. I laid in my bed, not bothering to change into pajamas, or take off my combat boots. My phone buzzed in my back pocket and despite what my defiant side was saying, I looked at it anyway.
I'm sorry.
My fingers hovered over my phone's keyboard, contemplating if I should reply or not. I was about to set my phone on my bedside table, when it vibrated again.
It was wrong, I know. You don't know how much I regret that. It was stupid. I'm stupid. I'm sorry.
You're not stupid, Clare.
My fingers typed on their own. I cursed myself in my head, not wanting to give in so easily.
Thank God, you responded. Are you mad at me?
Just a bit.
I sighed, deciding to change. I just picked up a pair of dirty pajamas left on the floor. Black plaid pajama bottoms and a dead hand t-shirt. My phone vibrated, but I changed before checking it.
I know this probably won't change much, but.. I'm sorry.
I let out a half-hearted chuckle.
Clare, you're one of those people that I just can't stay mad at.
I decided to call it a night and set my phone down, getting under the covers, drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Alright, I'm sorry for such the long wait. I know this chapter was short. I'm sorry. :P And, I was sort of disappointed with the lack of reviews last chapter. Three? But, thank you to those three. (:
Love,
Dominique:)