Post by Eddie * on Jul 22, 2017 9:35:35 GMT
i'm never far from you
A lot of time passed by. The specifics were honestly lost to Callie, but when the first week went by - and then the next - she realised she was supposed to stop counting, but she was almost positive a month had gone by. Determination might have been a big factor, and she might have made some bold claim about being willing to chase her, but this seemed different. Those kind of actions only meant something to someone who actually wanted a particular kind of company. She wouldn't have blamed her for pulling away. She had her own set of decisions and actions to regret.
She hadn't felt so stupidly pained by the simple act of seeing her in a very long time. Not since she'd been pretending they were nothing more than really, really, really good friends in high school. Every day the pressure built in tandem with the lengthy silence provided. Callie even grew to regret her actions over the phone; she shouldn't have let the choice land in someone else's hands. She shouldn't have agreed to wait. And that made her weary for a different reason. One day, it was like everything pieced together. Or rather, everything had mixed with a harsh dose of reality that the optimist had never expected.
This was totally was rejection felt like.
So the next time Callie saw her - in the middle of the hallway in the middle of the day - she decided to completely forgo her promise of a complete lack of contact and confront the issue head on. Fast steps carried her through the distance she usually left between them. Now all that was left was what to say.
"You could have at least told me. That would've been nice."
Callie didn't express anger well. She didn't get angry often enough to show it properly. Hell, it probably didn't even sound like real anger. More frustrated. She liked to think she deserved that feeling. "I know you don't think I deserve that much, but everyone deserves at least a little decency." She added. A smaller person would have opted to call her former counterpart a bitch, but that kind of language never left Callie's mouth so easily.
She hadn't felt so stupidly pained by the simple act of seeing her in a very long time. Not since she'd been pretending they were nothing more than really, really, really good friends in high school. Every day the pressure built in tandem with the lengthy silence provided. Callie even grew to regret her actions over the phone; she shouldn't have let the choice land in someone else's hands. She shouldn't have agreed to wait. And that made her weary for a different reason. One day, it was like everything pieced together. Or rather, everything had mixed with a harsh dose of reality that the optimist had never expected.
This was totally was rejection felt like.
So the next time Callie saw her - in the middle of the hallway in the middle of the day - she decided to completely forgo her promise of a complete lack of contact and confront the issue head on. Fast steps carried her through the distance she usually left between them. Now all that was left was what to say.
"You could have at least told me. That would've been nice."
Callie didn't express anger well. She didn't get angry often enough to show it properly. Hell, it probably didn't even sound like real anger. More frustrated. She liked to think she deserved that feeling. "I know you don't think I deserve that much, but everyone deserves at least a little decency." She added. A smaller person would have opted to call her former counterpart a bitch, but that kind of language never left Callie's mouth so easily.
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