Glorybringer AU ☆the fault in our stars☆

[11] Always

☆Glory☆

Now that I'm here, I don't know what to do.

I apparently have my phone in one of the pockets of the dress. But what am I going to do? What do I want to do? Tell him everything that happened?

Yeah. That's exactly it.

But no. I stand at the doorway, too afraid to ring the doorbell.

He's not like Anaconda, I tell myself. He won't look at me like she looked at me. He knows me better, he cares about me.

Does he, though?

I slide to the ground. Suddenly, I'm so timid. Everything that I had without giving a second thought has become scary. All because of Anaconda and her stupid family.

The phone buzzes, and I find ten missed calls from Grandmother. My hands are starting to shake from the cold, and I don't know what to do. Would she be with them? Would they have gone at this point?

I don't really want to know.

Then the phone rings again, flashing the name Bringer of Death.

"Hello?" I wonder if he can hear the shake in my voice. I'm suddenly scared again.

"Glory, where are you? Your grandma just called and she said you were missing-"

Shouting. "Who is it?"

"Let me take- why are you-"

"What's wrong, Glory?"

"So it's-" A pause. "You- going away- I- for you-"

Should I hang up?

"I was stupid..."

Before I can say anything, he hangs up. And I sit there for a few moments, wondering what it was. It's lonely there, sitting on the doormat of your crush's house, stars. It isn't bad, but it's lonely.

When I look at my phone again, he's calling.

"Where are you?" Deathbringer's voice suddenly cuts in. "Your voice is trembling."

So is yours. "I can call some other time. It's alright." It's not alright. I want to talk to you. I'm at your house. His voice is like magic- tears are dripping from my face. Just talking to him makes me feel better. "I-Is it a bad time to call?"

"No, it's okay now. I'm outside, I'm heading to my house now. Are you at your house?"

"I'm at your doorstep." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I try blocking my mouth, but I'm sobbing. "I'm sorry...I was planning to go now." I don't know what to do. And the wailing sounds are escaping my mouth, and I hate myself. I absolutely hate myself.

For days I barely talked to him, and now I'm sitting at his doorstep because I don't have anywhere else to turn to. And now just hearing his voice is making me cry. God. The power this boy has over me.

Maybe I love him more than I think. Which is bad.

"Don't go. It's okay. It's alright." I can hear him running. "Okay?"

He must have had a tough night. His voice is trembling, too.

"Okay." I'm leaning on his door. I'm thinking about my mom, my half-brother, the man, and Grandmother. I'm thinking about how selfish I am. I'm thinking of the daffodils on the ground, with the vase. I'm think about the shattered new beginnings.

I'm thinking about how Anaconda is running away from everything. Not meeting my eyes, hiding her face in her hands like I'm something shameful to talk to. Maybe I am. Maybe I really am.