Clementine:
I fell asleep while lying there, crying about my miserable life.
When I woke up, I realized the sun had already gone down. There wasn’t much left for me to do here. I could only stare at the walls and remember the awful time I had spent in the north.
It bothered me that Miss Rue said she had planned something for me, only for it to end with them leaving me alone here. I sighed as I dragged myself out of bed. I needed to wash my hands and face quickly before dinner was served.
The envelope said I would be eating in the hallway as always, but this time I would be alone.
As I went into the bathroom and stood at the sink, I bent down and had just splashed water on my face once when I noticed something sticking out from behind the mirror.
I was confused because I’m usually aware of my surroundings. I had never seen this piece of paper before, so it was definitely left there recently. Maybe one of my squadmates had put it there, I thought, so I quickly snatched it.
When I opened it, I didn’t even need to read the letter. I smelled it and realized it was from Ian. His scent was strong.
"I’ve been anxious, so if I say anything, please don’t take it to heart. I don’t mean it. Just understand I can’t take you home. It will mess you up. I’m really sorry for being harsh on you. Truly, I was just put on the spot and was scared. I’m pretty sure you’d want to call me and cuss at me, or you’d want to say hurtful things to me just to balance it out. If that’s what you’re looking for, you know where to find a phone to call me. I’ll wait for your call, Clementine. Please call me."
I stared at the letter for a while, confused by his behavior. The same guy who so brutally rejected the idea of taking me to his family was now asking me to call him.
Then I remembered, isn’t this what he always does? When he’s not around the others, he acts completely differently. And I always fall for it. He always has excuses.
So I decided, no. I wouldn’t call him.
But I put the letter in my pocket and walked out of the bathroom, feeling at least a little better. Just a simple apology made me realize he wasn’t that cold, heartless idiot after all. At least he had some sense of regret, even if it was fake. I just wanted to hold on to that for now.
I was soon called on the speaker for dinner, like always.
I left my room, looking around and hugging myself. It was always empty, but for some reason it seemed even emptier.
I remembered when we had first arrived. All the corridors, even from far away, were filled with squad members. One by one, the squads were wiped out. Now only three squads were left, with just a few members in the white and red ones.
I sighed as I reached the hall and sat down. Our table had only my portion of food. Still, I noticed new dishes, so I guessed this was what Miss Rue meant when she said she planned something special for me.


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