#Chapter72 CLARA
Kyle seems bleary eyed as if he has just woken up from a nap and I can’t really blame him for losing himself in deep sleep because I have been wanting to do the same since that horrible lunch. I look at him properly; there seems to be something different about him. Something I can’t put my finger on immediately and it irks my mind. Something is weird and I want to find out what exactly it is but my mind pushes more urgent matters to the forefront of my mind.
Kyle looks up at me, without a word, probably knowing I’m having another one of my breakdowns. I’m not sure I like him anticipating me like that. Makes me feel off-balance and paints me as moody and I don’t like the thought of either.
I sigh, and sit down on his bed. /"I want to say I’m sorry./"
Kyle frowns at my apology and sensing this might probably be a long discussion, he sits on a chair in front of me.
