“You think my sister has unfinished business?” Her dead sister, in general, was not a subject she let her brain venture to often, and so this idea that her soul might still be roaming around, not able to rest, was pretty unsettling. She did die young though… maybe there was truth to what Embry had said. “And your grandmother?” She added. “As for positively haunting… Wholesome. Like, in the movies, the ghosts are always trying to make your life a living hell, so like, the opposite of that. Less attempts of possession and more talks and stuff. Maybe useful for closure? I imagine it as someone trying to get your attention, but like, in a friendly way? Kind of like ‘hey, I’m still here, and I love you,’ type of energy.” Dai glanced at Embry, smiling slightly. “I don’t know, I think that’d be kinda nice.”
Her heart squeezed at Embry’s words, and not in a good way. This squeeze was laced with spikes, causing blood to pour out of hundreds of puncture wounds. This conversation was triggering her fight or flight, and though she very much wanted to flight, Dai knew if she left now there was no guarantee that she’d be able to talk to Embry again. So, she fought the tears that threatened to fall, her feet remaining planted. “I know,” she forced out, looking at the floor. “I know what happened, I just- you weren’t- nothing about it even included you. It’s one thing to punish me, to punish Demi, but you had nothing to do with it. It wasn’t remotely your fault.”
She didn’t deny it. That was the thought that replayed in her mind, the fact that Embry didn’t deny hating Daiane. Her heart broke. She had known that she had ruined their relationship, but hearing the evidence… tears rolled down her cheek, but she hastily swiped them away. “I didn’t…” What else could she say? What would it do, if she explained that she hadn’t known that that was why Demi had called her for help? Regardless of her intentions, this had been the resulting consequence; it didn’t matter what she had thought initially. “I know and I’m sorry, Bry. If I could go back I’d change almost everything about that night, but I can’t and now we’re here and it’s all my fault.” Her voice broke and she paused, taking a breath. “I didn’t want to involve you—I didn’t want you to get blamed or anything. But you are, so clearly I f^cked that up too.” A short, humourless laugh escaped her lips. “I wasn’t thinking. And I hear myself, and I know that’s a sh!t excuse but I don’t know what else to say.” She looked up, finally, meeting Embry’s eyes. “I know you don’t want my apologies but. I’m so sorry. For everything. I just- I really wish everything was different.”