After crying for a while, I stand up, and with solid hands, I open the door. Dave is really on the other side of it. He looks as charming as ever, but he will never match up to my Calais. I watch the relief wash over him. Then he embraces me.
"I'm sorry, Lyrica, it will not happen again. From now on, I will prioritize you. I will try to lessen my workload."
So, Lyrica is being clingy to him? He is a busy man, just like I thought. He pulls back from me and studies my face. I force a smile at him and he smiles back.
"Am I forgiven?" he asks.
I nod. I am certain of it. Lyrica has forgiven him, especially at the way she wanted to open the door in her spectral form.
"I bring chicken. Shall we eat?" he asks, changing the topic.
I nod again, trying to prevent the tears that threaten to fall. Somehow, something is wrong. This is my life, so why is it that I am living Lyrica's life again?
