Fell for you

If there comes a situation where people have to choose between living and dead, most of us choose the living. The same went for me. I chose the living. I chose my friends, who were safe and alive. Though Otis’ death was killing me, there was nothing I could do but cry for him.

As I expected, I was welcomed by the curses of Emma. As soon as I reached the shop, she started to scold me as it had been days since I showed up. I neither spoke nor argued with her but kept quiet while she let her frustration out on me. After everything that I faced, it felt really good to see some lively faces.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “It’s so good to see you again.”

Her lips were parted in surprise. She looked around doubting if I was talking to her. “Are you talking to me? You... you seemed apologetic.” she scoffed.

She cleared her throat, crossed her arms over her chest, and gestured for me to carry on with my work. “Fine! Go. This is the last time I’m forgiving you. Remember it.”

I might be sad, angry