Worthwhile: The Sequel (A Jonah Marais Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

"The way your voice sounds, or the words that you speak... I can never decide what pulls me in more."

Light seeped in through the blinds. The brightness of the room and the constantly ringing alarm stirred the sad summer girl awake from her slumber. Unconsciously, her hand reached for someone on the other side of the bed.

Winter sat up briskly, realizing that the person she was looking for wasn't there beside her. She glanced at the side of her bed and took a deep breath. She shook her head in disappointment and rushed to the bathroom to get showered. 

As the water ran down her body all she could think about was how much she yearned for him. She wondered whether he was seeing someone else, someone far better than her. She wondered if the other girl treated him better than she had. She wondered if he touched the other girl like he touched her. Did their kiss warm her heart like it warmed hers? 

Did she love him enough?

After a long time of overthinking and crying in the shower, Winter got out with puffy eyes and a solemn expression. A frown plastered on her face. She didn't feel like eating anything. 

She hoped that starving herself would somehow bring him back.

So, she sat at the piano, recalling his words.

"When I'm anxious, I play the piano."

Tingles ran up her spine as two muscular tattooed arms caged her, reaching the piano. She would recognize those arms and tattoos anywhere. She felt a warm breath fanning her neck and she closed her eyes soaking in his presence. Tilting her head, her stormy grey eyes met two bedazzling green ones; her favourite shade of green, her favourite colour. He grinned at her.

And her heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't believe that he was really here. His fingers skillfully played the piano as he stared into her eyes. The soothing music made her heart beat race. She leaned forward to kiss him.

But all her lips met with was air.

He had vanished.

Her eyes frantically searched for him. She toppled her room over, calling out his name in hope that he would come out of his hiding place and pull her into a tight hug. 

She couldn't come to terms with the fact that she was hallucinating. 

She wasn't ready to accept to the truth.

Her roommate heard the commotion and sprinted across the hallway to her room.

The room was a mess. Her comforter lay thrown on the floor. The bedsheets were strewn. Sheets of paper and pens scattered across the floor with pieces of broken glasses. He photo wall was almost ripped off and her clothes were tossed around the room. 

But the brunette was not in sight.

Franny panicked. She looked high and low for her roommate till she found her in the corner of her music studio munching on chocolates. 

Winter popped Malteser after Malteser, trying to comfort her broken self. Maybe trying to convince herself that she's fine. Maybe trying to pacify her actions on that night. 

As calm and composed, the brunette would seem, she wasn't. Her mind was in a constant state of turmoil. Her soul was a raging ocean where the weather never improved. Her heart burned with pain of ache and longing. Her body yearned for his touch like a oxygen needed to breathe. Her eyes searched for him like a lone traveler searched for his destination.