Unaware

A P O L O G I Z E

Laurent felt absolutely horrible for yelling at Claire the way he did, and Lumen made it all the more worse when he gave him Claire's background story. No one spoke to him, he reached out to Lumen but all Lumen returned was a look of disappointment. He had been wanting to apologize to Claire but she had avoided him any chance she could, attaching herself to Larry in the process. One day Larry had come home without her and Laurent took the chance to talk to him.

"Larry?"

"Hm?"

"Can we talk?"

"If it's about Claire no, I don't want to." Larry stated picking at the refrigerator to find something to eat.

"Why not?" Laurent asked slightly agitated.

"Because, we don't need to."

"You're unbelievable, why won't you just talk to me you're acting like Dad!"

"Me? Unbelievable, Do you not remember what you said to her?! And when did you start calling Lumen dad?" Larry quizzed, taking a bite out of a sandwich that had already been made.

"Oh so now you care about her all of a sudden, where were you when she tried jumping from a fucking window?!"

"I was sleeping, and I do care about her enough to actually listen to what she had to say instead of calling her a monster, she didn't even know what she had done and you still ripped her a new one! If anybody's the fucking monster it's you!" Larry threw his sandwich in the trash and walked upstairs slamming the door behind him

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{Larry}

I took a shower just to clear my head and think at the same time, last night was emotional and my body couldn't handle things like that, I instantly become lethargic and loopy, now I was just exhausted. I exited the shower and grab a towel entering my room when I see Claire sitting on my bed.

"Shit, Claire!"

"I'm sorry did I scare you?" She says looking concerned.

"No I'm just yelling in terror because I knew you were here." I say sarcastically, smiling at her.

"What you doing back so early?"

"I missed Mr. Bourgeois he's like the only person I can really say looks out for me, he's like my father, I guess that's why I'm so fond of him." She smiles.

"You could've just said you missed me."

"I could've but I would be lying." She smirked and I push her off my bed grabbing my shorts.

"You're a jerk,"

"Mean people don't get to sit on my bed." I teased as I returned to the bathroom at slip into the shorts. When I returned Clair and made her self comfortable on top of my armoire.

"Can I ask you somethin?"

"Sure."

"Why do you find the most awkward places to sit?"

"Because my mother never actually sat in a chair she sat on top of high places like these."

"Ah so your mom is like a cat."

"Yes she was." She laughed, I caught the last word and instantly frown, realizing her mother was no longer here.

"So, what are you doing in my room?"

"Um, I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure go ahead."

"Does it hurt this bad when to don't talk to someone you care about?"