@greatxtransgressor delivered c:////
it's near evening, and he's not sure if she'll answer. but he tries with a couple knocks at the door. regardless if she answers, he speaks anyway. "aile. i know ya probably hate me by now, an' you'd be right to. but i- gah, i'm not good at this." he just pushes the notecard under the door. his handwriting is terrible, but it was legible enough. [ sorry for what happened at the lake. ] is all it says.
Once she hears the door, Aile was gonna open her mouth, ‘Hold on, I am coming!’ is those exact words, only to hear such an familiar voice, who decided it was best to use her as an hostage, & kill her if he has to. Vicious. With a notecard sild though the door. She takes such gentle steps, not wanting to make a ground, & grabbing the blanc card, eyes reading her with such a frown, & reading. He’s bad at writing, isn’t he?
At least, he’s trying. emotions & logic is clashing within her.
Her emotional side, ever double edge, tells her to give him a chance, forgive & forget, & let it slide just this one. On the other hand, her logical side warns her to cut him off, & leave him be. So cold. The co-leader knows she needs to balance the two sides out, by taking a deep breathe, letting her mind be clear, knowing what to do, grabbing an cheap blank paper, & using cheap noir pens to write down,
‘I am sorry for ditching you ; I shouldn’t have done that. - Aile’
It’s not neat, nor messy, but it will have to do.
Aile walks over to slide her response, & back on her door.
