𝙊𝙛 𝙀𝙙𝙚𝙣

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞: 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞. . . 𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

[ She got up out of her seat. . Staring blankly at Charlie. . The growing amounts of tears drizzling down her face. . ] . . . . [ Hugging her tightly she wept. . crying out. . ]

. . . . [ She sat there I silence. . The pages of her book suddenly getting soaked. . was. . There rain?. . No. . it was Vaggie. . Crying. . ] You think sorry. . makes up for everything you did?. . pointing fingers at me?. . hurting me?. . [ She Looked at her. . ]

[ She fixed her glasses, looking at Charlie. . then back at her book. . writing some more. . ] Nothing special. . Just. . how it felt being in the garden with you. .

Huh?. .

Hmm?. . For what reason honey?. .

[ Looking up from her desk at Charlie her face looked devoid of expression or feelings. . ] I. . I'm not hungry Charlie. . Is. . there a reason your here or?. .

[ Pointing to the vase that had so many flowers before. . ones that had seemed to have withered and died she went back to writing. . ] Thank you. . put it with the rest. . [ She loved her. . But anything she wanted to say would've hurt her. . So much. . ]