Chapter 101: The Punch Line
Reagan led me to a place that was far away from the campsite. He led me through the dense forest, the sounds of birds and rustling of trees filled the air. I could also hear the sort crunch of leaves beneath our feet and the distant call of a raven circling above.
Reagan didn’t say a word but just strolled ahead with that stiff sulky stride that made me want to grab a rock off the ground and hurl it at his damn head.
When he was sure that we were far away from the ground. Reagan turned to look at me and I stared back at him expectantly, waiting to see why he brought me so deep out into the woods. There is also the fact that he interrupted me in the middle of a good breakfast.
For a minute Reagan simply stared at me, not saying anything. I was starting to get tired of the silence, so I arched a brow up at him while shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
"Well, are you going to say anything or are we here to practice your brooding skills?" I asked him with a slight shrug.
I swore for a moment I saw the tiniest bit of a smile appear on Reagan’s face before he schooled his expression. Clearing his throat, Reagan straightened. "I want to give you a proper apology, I’m sorry Dahlia." Reagan said staring at me, "I just realized I haven’t really apologized, so this is me apologizing now, for everything." He finished and all I could do was just stand there stunned.
I gave him a wary look because I thought I must have misunderstood his words.
Reagan Westward, apologizing?
Only confusion remained in my mind about his statement.