Bryce heard Daisy get settled on the other end and then her the quiet wait as a sign for him to start the story. So he began.
"When the accident happened, it basically took everything away from me. Em, my parents, and my friends.
Em died. It was the triggering point. Her death destroyed my family.
My parents couldn't bare to see each other anymore. Them seeing each other brought them pain. Pain for my sister. Pain of memories. So they got divorced and I got placed with my mother, and stayed here. My father didn't want me, but it wasn't like my mother did either. She just ignores me. My father will help with the bills every month, but he never visits or calls, he has a new family.
Our old friends left me. I was a constant reminder of the past. The past that they wanted to forget, and move on with the present. They all left and didn't look back, even the ones that created promised. They broke them. Each one.
But you're back. Why?" Bryce finished his story. "I don't need sympathy or empathy."
Daisy's soothing voice seeped through the speaker of the phone, "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for me. I believe you deserve happiness. I'm determined to see that through, whether you like the idea of it or not."
Bryce was speechless.
She cared.
He couldn't seem to get the thought into his brain. It was like his brain couldn't function correctly.
"Bryce? Are you there? Did I say too much?"
Bryce opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't seem to make any words form in his mouth. "Uh..."
"Ugh...I always seem to say too much," Daisy trailed off muttering profanities under her breath.
"It was fine, Daisy," Bryce spoke finding his voice. "But I had a question..."
"Shoot."
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