*MORNING*
Clawdene looked at herself as she stepped onto her front porch. Torn clothes, bruises all over, bad hair day, tired eye bags, no shoes on her feet.... what could look worse?
She opened the room and wasn't shocked at what she saw. The whole living room was messy. From the torn upside down couch, to the cracked TV and broken coffee table, ARGH! She was just too tired to think. As she walked upstairs to her room, passing by the deep scratches on her wallpaper, something hit her: Max.
She ran up the stairs and took her phone from her pillow.
"Please pick up, please pick up. " she said, in her now hoarse voice. He didn't. She tried a second time, and a third. Nothing.
She fell on her bed and cried her eyes out. She held her chair to the study table tight as she took in Max's heavy perfume. Where would she start looking for him?
"I'm sorry." she whispered, sobbing.
It was her fault, yet it wasn't. But he was looking for her. Or should we call it hunting down? Yap, that's the one. But she hadn't done anything.
Still, none of it would have happened if she hadn't existed.
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