berry sweet sims – Page 46

Ember is the kind of girl who likes to contemplate life on top of slides.

Ume: Rude.

Altair: And maybe you can actually, you know, move in and stop sleeping on the couch.

Ume: W-what? Do… you mean it?

Altair: I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it. A-and I mean, I’m not meaning, like… I–we have a guest room? And you’re way better with Provence than I am. She doesn’t listen to me, like at all.

Ume: She doesn’t listen to anyone. Kind of like her mother,

Altair: Y-you!

Altair: …but, that means I’m going to need you to stop pandering to my every whim. I don’t think that I can do this on my own.

Ume: I wouldn’t say I pander…

Altair: Don’t even, mister. I’m serious here. I need your help… Do you think you can do that for me?

Ume: Sure, I can do that. One thing though…

Altair: What?

Ume: This is really going to interfere with my relationship with the door.

Altair: [groans] Don’t be an idiot!

Altair: Maybe. I think you just spoil me…

Ume: That’s not–

Altair: Just shush for a minute, will you? I… I’m really going to try harder.

Altair: I keep telling myself that it’s going to get easier, that I’ll wake up one day and I’ll be over this. Then the morning comes, and reality comes crashing in. Why does it still have to hurt so much?

Ume: You know that’s okay, right?

Altair: [shakes head] It isn’t fair to Provence…or to you.

Ume: Nothing about this is fair, Altair. You need to stop being so hard on yourself