The elites (discontinued)

Chapter 11: Mira's point of view

I don't think I have ever seen Henrietta so broken before. I tried to give her words of comfort but she didn't seem to be listening. All she did was tremble in my arms and cry.

After a while, she slowly pulled away from me. 'How do I make it right?' She asked in a  barely audible whisper.

'I have an idea. But first, lets do something about you. You look horrible,' I replied, squeezing her hand in reassurance. Indeed, I do have an idea but it would not work in her current state. Henrietta hastily wiped off her tears using her hands. 'Well duh...I just broke up...,' her voice wavered slightly as she said the last two words and she looked like she was about to burst into another round of tears.

'Come to my room. I think the water heater in mine is still on. You can go take a nice long shower or something to cool yourself down,' I continued before leading her away. She nodded, wordlessly following me.

'You use the shower. I'll go get your clothes from your room,' I said as I turned around to leave. Just then, Henrietta grabbed my hand. I stared at her questioningly.

'Thanks...,' she murmured.

'No problem what are friends for?' I asked as I patted her head. 'You just relax kays?'

Henrietta nodded and made her way into the bathroom. I went back to grab fresh, clean clothing for her. Then I made a U-turn the Yvan's room.

'Yvan?' I asked as I tried to open the door. Sadly, it wouldn't budge. He probably put something heavy, like a chair or a table behind the door since we had no locks.

'Get out!' He shouted.

'Are you sober now?' I asked again. Well a normal person would only be somber again after a good night's sleep. Yvan, however, is different, he isn't normal at all. For some reason, he is able to be sober after an hour or so.

'Hell yes I am and I'm telling you to get out. I know what you came here for,' he replied.

'Can you not break up with her for a stupid reason like that? Any idea how badly she cried just now?' I glared at the door.

And then, there was silence from the other side. Looks like he cared and is feeling guilty after all. 'Go and apologise to her,' I softened.

'Yeah I was being a jerk. BUT I don't deserve someone as amazing as her. I failed the damn audition. She will definitely find a guy more handsome and talented than me one day. She don't deserve a jerk and a failure like me,' he said, his voice sounding firmer this time.

'No. You are freaking wrong. Why can't you see that she loves you for who you are?' I sighed.

'Just take it that I don't love her. Now leave. I won't talk anymore than this,' he said.

'How could you say that? Any idea how hurt she'll be?!' I seethed. I almost wanted to kick the door down. However, Yvan remained unresponsive. Fine. I won't give up so easily. In fact, a plan B was already formulating in my mind.

'Mira are you there?' Henrietta asked as I entered my room.

'Yeap! Sorry I took so long! Here you go!' I replied, opening the bathroom door slightly to slip her clothes in. Before long, she was out of the bathroom, fully dressed and definitely looking much more better than just now. 'You look better,' I commented.

'I feel slightly better too,' Henrietta replied simply. 'Just feeling kinda tired... maybe all this is a dream and Yvan and I are still together.'

'You still wanna be together with that failure?' I asked in a rather serious tone. Don't get me wrong but I do hope that they would still be together. I just need to confirm the fact that she was still willing to be together with Yvan despite everything.

For a moment, she looked like she wanted to punch me, which is a good sign. Its shows that she doesn't want to break up with him after all.

'How could you, Mira? I thought you shipped us together!' Henrietta shouted, looking betrayed and hurt now.

'I do ship the two of you. Always had, always have and always will. Now for the next question: what are you willing to do to get back together?' I continued. This is an important question. If her answer is not 'anything',then Plan B would be completely invalid.

Henrietta hesitated, weighing the importance of the question. Finally, she took a deep breathe and replied firmly, 'Anything Mira...anything.'

'I like your answer. Now grab as many bed sheets as you can and meet me at Zane's room,' I smiled, glad that her answer was the one I wanted.

'What for?' She asked curiously.

'Just do it,' I replied, jogging out of the room before she could say anything else. Time for Plan B.

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