In other dimensions Savannah would not be dealing with depression. Savannah wouldn't be planning to kill herself at the end of next month. In other dimensions Savannah wouldn't have met Charlie.
In other dimensions Charlie would be trying to talk t...
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SAVANNAH
CHARLIE DIDN'T NEED TO protect me like that. No one asked him to, I for sure didn't ask him, yet he didn't find it hard to defend me against Cain. And when he pushed Cain against the wall, something in me turned to water. I wanted to cry, to be in Charlie's place and be the one who fought back. And when Charlie told Cain that I was worthy of every sin and holy thing. It bummed me out.
Why couldn't Cain be like that instead, without the backhanded comments and the manipulation. Maybe then I would have turned out for the better.
I wouldn't be as depressed. Maybe Eret hadn't died then, if Charlie had been the one to be my boyfriend for those unmemorable four years.
But I have a slight suspicion that if Charlie had dated me back then I would have been the one to depress him.
In one way or the other — Charlie would be the one hurting the most. Dealing with me and my family.
I can't let him see them, never ever. So his image of them stays the same. Workaholics who just provide, showing their love in that way only.
"Why not psychology?" Charlie's dad is still wiping his hands holding eye contact with Bebe until she whines and falls in front of his legs. We both crouch down and Lee is now looking at me.
"I don't think I'd be able to help people like that..." I murmur, letting my fingers inch towards Bebe's face. She licks my hand and I continue.
"Why not?" He asks, just like his son, he is just as blunt and doesn't know the term, personal space or personal questions. He looks confused but at the same time I feel as if he knows what's happening between me and Charlie.
He knows I'm going to kill myself. I look at Charlie, but he's talking to Jet. The man looks at me and Charlie does too. I raise my eyebrows and with my eyes I motion to Lee. Charlie shrugs and crosses his arms, which just makes them look bigger.
I sigh out and look at Lee and the knowledge behind his eyelashes.
"I don't know how to..." I sigh out, "maintain myself."
"You know how to make Charlie happy." Lee smiles at his son, but Charlie is too busy burying his head under the hood. "That must count for something."
"It's the other way around." I whisper and without shame stare at Charlie. I really look at him. His movement is confident but a little bit lazy, like he knows what he's doing and is sure he can't mess up, even if he takes his sweet time. "You've raised him amazingly. He's very kind and understanding."
"He raised himself a lot." Lee's proud grin translates to me and I find myself smiling too. I feel as if the whole Evans family is made with sparkles and some kind of sweets. They all seem to have that shine about them. I envy it for a second but then Lee clears his throat and looks at Charlie again. "After his mom left, I had to take a lot upon my shoulders."
