Nothing in Between

17

When Clyde had woken up this morning, the first thing she did wasn't going downstairs to happily greet her mother. Clyde, instead, decided to stare at her ceiling, thinking about all the things that had happened and had gone wrong these past few days.

For something Clyde had expected to be completely calm and mundane, it sure had been utterly eventful. The worst thing was, it certainly was not the events Clyde truly wanted to experience. But she couldn't lie and say that she didn't slightly wish for them.

Well, now that she really got her wish, Clyde was slowly beginning to regret it. Maybe she expected things to go slightly better. Maybe she simply didn't expect herself to react that way when she saw Taylor, and she thought she would be quite excited.

Clyde had thought that seeing Taylor again would allow her to let go of their tainted past. But instead, it caused every single one of her slightly repressed memories to return to the forefront of her mind, chilling her spine and making her unbelievably mad.

And the talk she had with Taylor last night? It could've gone worse, but that already went horribly to begin with. Why would Taylor ask Clyde to hear her out when she totally didn't even have a proper explanation? It just seemed rather stupid for Taylor to do.

Had she been a little too harsh? She was the one hoping and yearning for Taylor's return, and when Taylor finally did, the only thing she did was tell her to leave. Maybe Clyde was the dumb one. It wouldn't be the first time she looked stupid with Taylor.

She hated Taylor so fucking much.

Was it actual hate? Clyde was unsure, like she was with most things. She just didn't know what she was truly angry about. Was she mad at Taylor for thinking that she could march back into her life, assuming that a simple conversation could fix everything?

Definitely, because Taylor was somewhat right.

And Clyde hated that Taylor was right. If Taylor had told her an actual explanation for her actions, they probably would've been slight friends before the end of the night. But Taylor didn't, and that was her tragic mistake. Clyde did give her the rare chance.

Suddenly, the sound of claws quickly scratching against Clyde's wooden door caught her attention. A quick glance at her alarm clock reminded Clyde that she had been awake for over an entire hour, yet she had done absolutely nothing to start her day.

If you asked Clyde, she would say that it was kind of pathetic.

So, she shook her head and sighed faintly. Her hands quickly found their way to her face, pushing her glasses up and rubbing at her eyes. Clyde was quite exhausted, even though she had believed that returning hometown was going to be a break from her life.

Her expectations had never been this goddamned wrong.

Still, Clyde quickly stood up from her bed and walked to her bedroom door. She opened it and found Salt by the door, making her eyes widen. Clyde went outside and gently closed the door, sighing once she realized that Salt hadn't gone inside her room.

Clyde made her way downstairs, chuckling as she listened to the sound of the cat's paws hitting the floor. She found Royce on the couch, watching a random movie she didn't even know about. She paid no mind to him, immediately going into the kitchen.

To be honest, Clyde had only gone to the kitchen because her nose was instantly greeted with the most incredible scent when she exited her bedroom. Her mother was standing by the stove, watching over a large pot on the burner, which explained everything.

She glanced inside the pot, getting quite excited when she saw the delicious pasta sauce that her mother only made for birthdays. Clyde carefully stepped backwards, and though Clyde already had a good guess to what she was cooking, she still wanted to ask.