Chapter 10- Iced Buns
*Danny’s POV*
“Cat? Cat, it’s Danny.” I say, listening to the eerie crackle of silence on the other end of the phone as my heart falls. I bite my lip to try and stop it from quivering as I begin to wonder if I should hang up, before she does.
“Yes?” Her voice suddenly croaks through the phone, making my heart freeze with shock. My lip quivers, unable to form the words.
“I-I…”I stutter, words failing me.
“You?” She asks, her own voice seeming to quiver as mine does…or am I just imaging it?
“I…wanted to see how you were.” I say slowly.
“I see, well I am very well thank you.” She says but I can hear the slight bitterness in her voice and I know it is completely justified. “Is that all?” She asks after what feels like a few seconds but must have in truth been a few minutes.
“Umm, no.” I say, slowly summing up the courage. It’s just a few little words! Why do they have to be so hard to say?!
“Well…?” She says impatiently.
“I…” I begin.
Just say it, say you miss her, say you’re sorry, say you want her back, just say it…
“I wanted to…” I say, “Umm…ask if you would come to mum’s Christmas party.”
So close…
“Oh, umm…” She says, trailing off for a moment.
“You can bring Sally, or anyone, just…It wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t there…” I stumble quickly over my words, my heart in my mouth as I wait her reply.
“…yeh, ok then…umm thanks.” She says eventually.
“Great!” I say, sounding slightly too relived. “7:30pm at my mums, Christmas eve.” I say.
“Ok, thanks….I guess I will see you there then.” She says,
“Yeh, defiantly,” I say before hitting my forehead with my palm at my words.
“Ok…goodbye Danny.” She says,
“Bye Cat.” I say quickly as she hangs up.
I take a shaky breath as the phone slips from my fingers and I lay back on the bed. Suddenly, without warning, I begin to cry. I lie there, on my little girl’s bed, sobbing my eyes out. I can’t explain the exact reason for my tears. I think some of it is anger and frustration at myself, for being too much of a coward to tell her the truth, for letting myself lose her in the first place; some of it is fear, the fear of what she will think of me, of what will happen when we meet again; and some of it, some of it is simply sorrow, sorrow for the past, and sorrow for what is surely to come.
I can hear the others outside the door; they sound like they are having a good time. Christmas is drawing ever nearer and I am already feeling the pressure; the pressure to buy presents, to be sociable and happy; and it’s all so tiring. But I am determined to make this Christmas a good one. Last year I was to broken, I couldn’t do anything at all except hide away in my room and shut the world out, and Luke was off fighting somewhere, Guy was just…well…Guy, his usual miserable self, and I know it upset mum, in fact, it upset everyone. I owe it to them to try and make it a good Christmas, so that is exactly what I have to do.
*Sean’s POV*
“Ummmm…I accuse Professor Plum, in the dining room, with the…ummm… candlestick!” I say, positioning the piece on the Cludeo board. I see Glen smile and begin looking through his cards and I sigh.

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