thirty: call

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CHAPTER THIRTY:

| calum’s pov |

She let me inside of her house and gave me a cup of coffee, despite the awkward tension in the air. I wanted to tell her how happy we were before, but it’s useless to say that now.

It’s like she’s falling deeper and deeper into a dark place, and I can’t seem to save her anymore.

This is all because of me; I can’t believe the thought to break her crossed my mind.

Maybe she wasn’t the monster– I was.

I knew all too well that she had a condition that needed understanding, but that’s not what I gave her. Sure, she said some hurtful things and the want for perfection was getting out of hand, but I still could have done something to help her.

I could have stopped all of this from happening, but no, I caused it.

“Let’s go to the doctor,” I said, once she took a seat next to me.

“No, I want to talk to my parents first,” she firmly told me, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“They’re dead, Lynette,” I accidentally blurted out, from much frustration.

Oh, shit.

The frown on her face was replaced with a gaping one; she was outraged, to say in the least. “What? I just talked to my mom earlier. She’s not dead!” 

I was trying to think of a way on how to properly explain this, but I was left with no choice.

“Call the number again.”

Lynette gulped, as if hesitant to do so, but she did as I instructed, dialing the number of her deceased parents.

“No. This isn’t real,” she murmured, beginning to cry. “It’s my voice. It’s me. I know they’re dead! But... but why don’t I remember?” 

Dropping the phone to the floor, it made this loud sound, and it’s broken. The pieces going to different parts of the room.

I can’t help but think that’s her now. She’s all over the place, totally unfixable. 

Is this what I wanted for her?

Because I don’t feel the sense of pride or joy seeing her like this. It’s making me guilty.

I hugged her, trying to get myself to comfort her in any way, but I’m quiet. All I do is rub her back, letting her cry and cry until she had nothing left.

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