"Awhile ago I made a mental connection with you," she continued. "In case you ever needed me or I needed to contact you. It meant I could hear you from a farther distance, more like a safety net than anything else...." she said drifting off.
She picked up an apple beside her and tossed it up, catching it. "I'm breaking it. It won't hurt but you'll feel it. Because I don't see a point in it and I'd really like to sleep. Even when I'm not in your mind, your thinking is so loud because of it. Even when I block you out, I can still hear dull whispers because this is all you've been thinking about lately. I'm constantly hearing my name, and really, I'd like to sleep. And soon, it'll be better, because I'll be moving out. I told Emma already. I can almost stand being in the same house as you, but not the Cuckoos. It just wouldn't work," she said very matter of factly. She had been feeling so many things over the past couples days, it was nice to finally be apathetic.
"I've mostly stayed out of your mind up until now. Out of respect before, and after the incident because I didn't want the gory details. But still I hear my name and hear you thinking about it and hear a lot of 'I'm sorry's...and I know you regret it...But James, I'm not even sure what you're sorry for. Are you sorry that you did it? Or that I found out and it hurt me?"
It was a lot of information for her to tell him at once. A lot to process. But it was almost seemed like, while she expected him to response, the words didn't matter. Nothing he could say could change her mind.