Yorick:
I had no idea what was going on or why Clentine was being so affectionate with my parents until I rembered the injection. It was going to take so ti for to adjust to the change.
My mother gave my father a reassuring smile before looking back at Clentine.
"We would like it done as quickly as possible so that we can see our grandchildren," my mother expressed, making clench my fist tightly around my fork.
Honestly, seeing Clentine this way filled with guilt. This was not her. This was not how she was supposed to be.
"Whatever you guys like," Clentine replied with a smile.
She finished her food, then got up to help my mother.
"Oh, you cannot even walk properly and you want to help ?" my mother remarked, tilting her head and speaking kindly to Clentine.
Clentine being affectionate with my parents and looking at dreamily was the expected reaction to the injection.
However, her wanting to help my mother was all her. That was who she was.
The injection was not ant to change much about her. It was only supposed to change how she felt about .
"Clentine, you need to rest. Mom is right. You cannot even hold yourself up," I told her, gently tapping my fingers against her elbow to get her attention before taking the plates from her hands.
She watched step into the kitchen and leave the dishes in the sink before I returned to her.
"Co on, let’s go," I said as I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close while guiding her upstairs.
"Why do you not carry her?" my mother giggled as she suggested it.
I looked at Clentine, and she nodded her head, reassuring that it would be fine. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her, carrying her upstairs.
"Look at them. Aren’t they cute?" my mother comnted briefly.
As I walked away with Clentine, once inside the room, I placed her on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. I turned my head to make sure the door was locked before looking back at her.
"Again, I am sorry about my parents talking about marriage and all that," I comnted, fixing my jacket so I could sit comfortably with her.
"It is all right. They are just parents who want their son to give them good news soon," she replied, smiling, with little to no animosity in her eyes.
"Thank you for getting along well with them," I uttered. "I an, after what we did to you, you did not have to."
I quickly looked down, gently pinching my fingers together as the guilt grew heavier inside .
"What are you talking about, Yorick?" she asked. Her voice was soft as she reached for my hand, taking by surprise.
I snapped my head up and looked at her face in confusion.
"Listen, whatever I had with Ian is in the past. Once I was back with you, I realized you are the one I want," she continued in a quiet, careful tone, causing goosebumps to rise along my skin.
I pulled my hand away from hers and noticed the way she suddenly paused. We exchanged a silent stare before I nodded, realizing what was happening.
"Right. I get it," I comnted, watching her narrow her eyes slightly to gauge my reaction. "You are taunting ."
She straightened her back and shook her head, dismissing my words.
"That is not true. Why would I taunt you, Yorick?" she argued, an unpleasant look crossing her face.
"Because of the injection," I uttered, scratching the back of my neck while avoiding her eyes.
"Co on, Yorick. You knew I needed it," she replied again, her voice soft and steady.
I grunted as I just couldn’t get her.
"Clentine, you do not need to act like this," I uttered, feeling awkward. It was as if she were purposely trying to drown in guilt.
"Yorick, I am really confused. What do you want to say? I cannot even express my thoughts or my feelings to you?" she questioned, looking genuinely hurt.
I got up from the bed and began pacing, taking small steps back and forth while running a hand through my hair.
"You are just saying this because—," I paused.
As I looked around the room, sothing caught my attention. I noticed a small cara hanging in the curtains, facing the bed. It struck then why she had been so careful.
I looked back at her and saw that she was staring at the cara too.
"Oh my God, why is there a cara?" she asked, staring at it while hunching forward, her hands pressing into the mattress.
"Thankfully, we did not do anything intimate. That would have been awkward," she comnted, pulling herself back. "But you might want to ask your parents why there is a cara in our bedroom."
As she spoke in a casual tone, I nodded, realizing she had been more careful than I was.
Then it hit again.
"Wait a minute," I uttered, placing my hand on my forehead before rubbing my temples with both hands.
"What is it? You look scared," Clentine said, her voice changing when she noticed I did not look comfortable about the cara either.
"I think they put the cara in because they wanted to know if I was doing fine. You know, I have been very sick before," she continued, trying to make excuses.
I shook my head as the reality began to sink in.
There was still a cara, which ant my mother knew everything. I turned and rushed toward the door. The mont I opened it, I saw my mother standing outside, her back against the wall, her hands clasped behind her. She looked casual, a smile resting on her lips.
"I knew you would co," my mother comnted.
I slamd the door shut behind , keeping Clentine inside, and faced my mother.
"So you knew," I said, clenching my jaw.
"I did, and I must say I am very disappointed. I did not think you would be stupid enough to fall for her sweet talk," my mother hissed.
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