Page 81 of Kylo
But at least I had those happy memories to go along with all the ugly ones that were dominating my mind then.
“I can’t undo it,” I said, shrugging. “So what’s the point in talking about it?”
“The point,” Velle said with a little laugh, “is that you stink, your room stinks, and you haven’t eaten anything in days. That’s the point.”
“Fine,” I said, folding up and hopping off the bed.
I shoved my feet into my shoes.
“If you guys are sick of me being in bed, I’ll go be in my bed in my place.”
He didn’t try to stop me.
I didn’t expect him to.
If anyone else called to me when I rushed through the house, I didn’t hear them.
I didn’t even really see any of them.
It wasn’t until I was on my bike and about to pull out of the driveway that I did notice something.
Someone.
Not Rue.
No.
Claudia.
Shit.
Before I could peel out to avoid her, though, she was rushing across the street in her green and white house dress, a determined look on her face.
She moved to stand in front of my bike, staring at me until I did the right thing and cut the engine.
Up until that moment, I figured Claudia was all light, all fun. But this was a woman made of concrete standing in front of me. Fierce, hard. And clearly very, very angry with me.
“Claudia,” I greeted her, ignoring the way my stomach knotted.
“I don’t know what you did to my girl,” she started, making my heart—already so brittle—crack a little more. “But you need to fix it.”
“I can’t,” I told her.
There was no fixing it.
No one got over that kind of betrayal.
“Itrustedyou with her. She came alive when she was around you, when she talked about you. Then, after a date she wasbouncing on her feet telling me about, she is someone I don’t even recognize anymore.”
“Is it the depression?” I asked, blood turning to ice.
“No. No, this is different.”
“The anxiety?”
“No. This is something colder, harder. There are glaciers in her eyes. She’s frigid from the inside out. What did you do?”
“Things she will never forgive me for,” I admitted.
