CLEO'S POV
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"So..." Gizelle murmurs, her voice soft and her eyes on the road. She's a good driver now. "So," I repeat after her and she sighs, her shoulder sinking, "You widened the website," she mutters, her tongue circling her inner cheek. "I'm sorry about that." I blurt out, I always felt guilt about locking her out of it, I had to pay someone fifty bucks to help me do it. "You're not," she shakes her head, a fake smile plastered on her face, "I am, I never forgave myself for it,", "But you forgave yourself for running away," she chimes as if that were the best news. "No," I gulp. I knew I shouldn't have gotten into this car with her. She always speaks her mind, "Well you haven't apologised for that yet,", "Because why should I even bother when I know you two won't ever forgive me?"
