Piper’s POV
“If you would forgive me… How about I make it up to you?”
Standing upright, I go again.
“I'm a dumbass and I wish I acted right. Now I know better… Or, thanks for looking out for me.”
“Argh!”
I sigh, shaking my head in anger.
This isn't how some dumb apology should sound, not enough recompense for the soul.
Looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, and even though I'm in a pretty blue dress that stops at the knee, I still feel I can pass off as a clown.
“Oh, gosh, Piper!”
Going to Nelson’s house to look him in the eyes and speak with him in person, seems harder than imagined. Not after all the shit I threw around like a child throwing tantrums.
Of course, I guess he's still avoiding me.
Like he said the last time, he wished he never indulged me after the endless saga from our first meeting.
“I'm sorry, Nelson.”
I wince, mimicking a baby’s cry, as I meltdown on my couch.