Wapun Meadow waiting in my room, and i lock the door

if he could've, terance might've learned into his arms and buried his head in his palms, massaging the bridge of his nose. he couldn't understand why he could never do anything right for his daughter, who seemed to hate him no matter how hard to tried. he couldn't fully wrap his head around the accusations that she threw at him -- the implication that it was his fault that she was out experiencing how fucking terrible the real world was. he'd asked her to stay, hadn't he? he instead started with just the present. that wasn't a friend, terance replied softly, brow furrowed as an apparent hurt spread across his face, she hurt you, you're bleeding. though he wasn't sure the reminder was enough to spin her out of the fuming pit she had crawled into. 

that the real world, ibis. if you're going to choose to run off and explore it, you have to be a big girl about it, he said, still hurt by the comments, i'm sorry about your mother. i don't know why the earthquakes are happening. not that any apology would ever be enough for her. terance was apologizing for things that weren't even his fault, and for saving her life. he stood still, not making any movement to leave. for gods sake... why did he have to leave her?? why couldn't she see how much he loved her?? how badly she was hurting him??