Making up

I took the last box into the apartment. Claudia hadn't helped me at all to bring the things out of the car. She had sat down on the kitchen table, cutting fruit.

After stashing the cupboard with the leftover snacks from our dormitory, I walked over to Claudia and sat by her. She didn't look at me as I looked at her.

"Claudia. I came to say sorry. And I've decided I want to go to Fiji. You were right. I SHOULD learn to get over things and I will try my best."

Claudia carried on cutting her fruit. I waited for her reply.

"Okay then. It's fine, I just... I'm worried for you. I know you still have anxiety but please don't be like that."

She got up and gave me a long hug. " let's get packing!"