"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟸: 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑?
♤✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶ 𐐒𐐚 ✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶♤
Camilla
I guess it depends on the circumstances.
Kaz sat on my bed with me frowning while watching Pitch Perfect.
"What's the matter Kazzle?"
"I was thinking about the accident."
"What about it?"
"Was it my fault?"
Now I was frowning with him, "No. It wasn't anyone's fault."
"It has to be someone's."
"Why?"
"It's always someone's fault. I think it was mine."
"It wasn't anyones fault," I repeated.
"It was."
I looked at him, "Well, it wasn't your fault."
He shrugged not saying anything to me keeping his eyes trained on the show in front of us.
"Do you think it was moms fault?"
I shook my head, "No." I lied to him.
I do. Kaz even if he won't admit it still wants to view her in a positive light and since she passed away I try not to make him sad with negative comments about her. Also, I know it would upset him if I agreed it was her fault he got hurt.
"Oh." He said not satisfied with my answer.
"Maybe it was mine," I shrugged.
"How?"
"I could've done more," I said softly with my dads words ringing in the back of my mind as I spoke.
They're not true but words still affect you either way. I spent years boosting Kaz's self esteem, staying up late baking things for his bake sales, tucking him in, or driving him to his friends house. I never really had that. It wasn't so bad I still had access to everything I needed but I wish I had someone more present when I was younger.
"Like what?"
"Lots of different things. So it wasn't your fault."
