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if ever just the same
Acacia greeted Callum with a bob of her head but made no effort to talk. She wasn't in the mood for conversation, given her sullen dark mood. Callum knew her well enough to leave her be, brushing it off as teenage hormones or that weird angst period most teenagers go through. He quietly cleaned the kitchen counter tops while Acacia looked around for Tyler, finding him in her room.
She stood at the threshold of her door. Leaving it opened, Acacia leaned on the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked over at him with a 'you're still here?' look but it was more tired than menacing. She wanted to get things over with. Whatever 'things' were, it can't be something pleasant.
She stood at the threshold of her door. Leaving it opened, Acacia leaned on the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked over at him with a 'you're still here?' look but it was more tired than menacing. She wanted to get things over with. Whatever 'things' were, it can't be something pleasant.