Pucking Forbidden Claim
“I know today was a disaster, and I know no matter what I do, it won’t fully make up for it. So give me tomorrow, and let me make that what today was supposed to be.”
He looks at me and nods. I hate this. Hate that he doesn’t joke, doesn’t have some sarcastic remark ready. That’s how I know I fucked up badly. The other day, when things went to shit, he still had something to say.
“I miss your sarcastic ass,” I mutter.
“Yeah?” He looks at me, and I nod. “I’m just done, Kade. I’m fed up, and I give up.”
That sits wrong with me. He gives up.