Three Days Without

Part 3

Hello again! So I'm back to write more! I hope you like it, thanks to anyone/everyone whos been reading!

<3 Savannah

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DAYMON

What is wrong with me? Why cant I make her see that I need her here? I know shes planning on leaving me. Leaving the world. Ill stop her, but I want her to stop herself first. Claire is still next to me, I think she fell asleep. Cute. I look over to her and I see her closed eyes and finally relaxed body. “I love you” I whisper and rub her arm. Its nice to finally say it even if she isn't conscious to hear it. Why cant she see how beautiful and smart and perfect she is? Claire could honestly be anything she wanted, anything she sets her mind to. But shes too caught up on hating herself to realize it. She cant see how talented she is, she is an incredible writer, takes beautiful photographs, she has an amazing voice. Why cant she realize she could use all or any of those things? Because Claire doesn't see all those things, she thinks shes a worthless piece of shit. Why does she think that? Because her dad left her, her mom  is a drunk who cries over soap operas every night and throws everything in her reach as soon as someone dies. Or someones mom's brother cheats on a grandmother's neice's daughter. Or someone goes to the hospital from overdose on drugs. or, or, or, or. The only reason she stayed in the house is because of her little sister, Alice.  Claire doesn't have enough money to move out and take her sister with her. So she wont leave. Her eyes flutter open and she starts crying.

“Claire?” Whats wrong?” I pull her closer as she sobs into my chest. “Shh, Claire bear, whats wrong?” There's worry thick in my voice and I hear a sniffle from the girl in my arms. “Claire, what happened?” I whisper in her ear. She sniffles again and wipes her eyes.

“I-I had a dream.” she chokes out.

CLAIRE

What happened? I was dreaming about nothing. Then. I don't know. Daymon was there. And-. He said “I love you” But-. It was just a dream. Not real. Didn't happen.

“I had a bad dream.” I whisper in hope to clear it up. He pulls me to his chest and rocks me softly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he questions gently. I sniffle and cry silently into his shirt.

“No, I don't want to. I-it will never happen. Its OK” he sighs and rests his cheek on my head. “I'm sorry.” I whisper as he rocks me.

“Claire, you have nothing to be sorry about.” he says firmly. After a moment of silence, and many sniffles, I look up.

“Daymon, why did my dad leave? Did I do something wrong?” I whisper into his shirt. He pulls me back and looks me over.

“Claire, your dad left because he didn't know how lucky he was. He didn't know how perfect you would turn out and how much you would need him.” I look back in shock.

“No, I must have done something wrong” I whisper. Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

“Claire, you have done nothing wrong, yeah, you screwed up a couple times, but you have worked your ass off to keep you and Alice alive and working.” I drop my head avoiding his gaze and fidget with my sleeve. “How did I get so lucky to have you as my best friend?” He chuckles

“I don't know, you're just the lucky winner I guess.