“Do you honestly believe that, Bird?” Abbie asked with a tilt of her head. “I didn’t mean to suggest you had no heart. Truly. Because someone without a heart wouldn’t be able to hurt this much. And I’m sorry that the old Abigail hurt you that deeply. But listen to yourself. You are yelling at a girl that you barely know who wants to get to know you anyway.” She leaned over and tilted his face towards hers with two fingers.
“Look me in the eyes, Bird.” She said, keeping his gaze. “I have never been able to lie to anyone, because my eyes gave me away. Look at them now. There is sadness, regret, and apology all in my eyes, Bird. You’ve seen them all. Yes, I have been cruel, but ever intentionally so? Ever for the sole purpose of wounding you? No. Never. I am so sorry that it happened anyway, butneverhave I been cruel for the sake of cruelty. You look me in the eyes, Bird, and you’ll see that there is a girl there begging to be forgiven of something she doesn’t remember doing. This memory loss isn’t supposed to be a balm. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced, but I’m trying so hard to make it worthwhile. To salvage something because of it. Maybe this friendship is what I’m supposed to be digging for.”
“Bird, I am fighting. I am fighting, because you deserve it. You deserve to have me fight for your forgiveness. And I am fighting so hard. But no matter how much you turn me away, how much you snub me, how many times you insult me or call me names. I. Am. Not. Giving. Up. On. You. Because something is telling me, not once, have you ever given up on me. You, Bird, are worth the fight. The fight to know that when you look at me, maybe you won’t see hatred, and maybe we’ll see a friend. I’m fighting to prove to you that it is not the past that matters, but our choices in the present, just like you told me. I’m fighting because everything you are, everything you’ve done, deserves to be fought for. Don’t you see, Bird? This is Abigail Tress the way she was supposed to be. Not a cheater. Not a liar. But someone reaching out for you. Someone fighting for you.”
Fletcher was ice. There was no fire left in him, only hardness and cold. Fire could be gentle, playful, whereas ice was hard and impenetrable if in thick layers. His fire had been extinguished, and replaced with ice. He was in no mood for games.
“You are fighting for someone who doesn’t need to be saved. You are fighting a battle that you have already lost. Because you have lied, Tress. Concealing the truth is lying. It is cruel to lie, and conceal. It is cruel to continue torturing a person when it’s obvious they’ve had more than enough. The only thing I can say to your memory loss is that I can only be indifferent to you. That is as far as I will be able to go, and that will take an enormous amount of time that currently, I’m not willing to give up.”
Fletcher shook his head. “It doesn’t matter how many times you reach out, if the other person is unwilling to grab on. So stop yelling at me to jump over an uncrossable abyss to reach you, alright? I’m not ready and I don’t have the energy.”
Fletcher walked around Abigail and began to exit the room. He paused at the door, then turned. “And if you had been really trying, as you said, you would have respected my wishes and called me Fletcher or Whitetip. I am no longer your Bird, and I never will be.”