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I'm not much of a people person. I prefer the quiet, the mysterious, the unknown. Everyone takes this as something bad—like I just don’t wanna talk to them, like I think I’m too good for them. But I'm not good.
I'm not a good person. Not in the slightest. You would understand if you were there. You would understand if you saw what I saw. I saw his tears, I smelt his strawberry scented hair become one with his flesh, but I left. I walked away. I left Correy.
Matthew always tells me that it’s all my fault, and he's right! It is! if Axelle hadn’t shot me in the ear, I would’ve heard him! I would’ve heard his screams and I wouldn't walk away. He would be perfectly fine here in my arms. But he isn’t, and that's all that truly matters now.
I walk into our bunker and am welcomed by a teary eyed Matthew. As soon as he takes notice of me, he immediately dries his tears and tries his best to appear as normal as possible, but he can’t fool me.
I know how he truly feels. I know that he's so mad at me he can’t even look me in the eye. Thats okay, too. I can’t blame him. Everyone we love and know has died and its all my fault. I feel the tears well up in my eyes, and I clench my fist and stare down at the floor. When Matthew walks past me and leaves the bunker, we don't exchange a single word, but two weeks ago; all we did is talk.
So, when I hear him yell out my name, I dont even flinch.