"Are you happy here?" she asked, twiddling her fingers around the edge of my blanket, yet clasping the ends so tightly as if she was afraid of letting go. Like letting go would mean I'd move back into the other room again. That I'd move away from her again.
"Are you?"
Not sure what exactly happened next here, one moment normal and the next a slap, what'd I do wrong? And why was Laureance crying?
"I don't care about that answer!" She choked through sobs, now wetting the same blanket she had previously so strongly held, her hands were now pulled away to wipe her own tears.
Maybe that's how it is in real life as well. We cling onto something, hoping it won't leave us, flying so close to the sun, something we falsely believe brings us the joy we seek in the world, and it's only when we get hurt we pull away. Let go of whatever hold we had, any dream person thing or being we cared for to heal the scars it left on us.
"Aren't you even going to say anything!?"
Why is she still yelling, say what exactly? I have nothing really left to say, I thought I said it all that day. I thought.... I thought I was done with spoken words.
"You... You jerk!"
This time instead of slapping me she pounds a fist directly into my chest, too light enough to really hurt but with a classic Laurence energy into it for me to believe it should.
"Why? Why'd you do it?"
Why...
Why what?
What'd I do?
And why do I not care?
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