I noticed something in his tone, and it made me wince. I opened my mouth to apologize or say something along the lines of 'I'm sorry', but the only thing that came out was air.
Once he was gone, I scuffed my foot against the ground. Probably a little too hard because some moss and dirt flew up into the air. I let out a loud sound of frustration, sort of glad to be alone with my thoughts. But on the other hand, I wasn't happy to be alone at all. I already wished that Jake were back by my side, that I hadn't just screwed things up. Again.
But wasn't that inevitable? I was the screwball. I was the broken goods. Imprinting might have done a nice patch up work, but there were still a lot of cracks. It was inevitable that I would say and do a lot of stupid shit that I would regret. I just hoped that Jake would be able to forgive me, and that I could learn from my mistakes.
Not being sure how long it was going to take for him to get back here with my brother (an interaction that I was still dreading), I sat myself down on the green forest floor. Out of sheer boredom, and not really wanting to tackle my thoughts, I started to hum. Eventually I did have to think about things, though, and by the time I heard a rustle in the trees, I had a smile on my face. Jake was wonderful, wasn't he? I didn't deserve him.
"Who's there?" I was immediately defensive. Just in case.