Met My Chance

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Strong Independent superwoman

Kiera's POV:

They have completely disappeared from my sight yet I still stand in the same spot, my head still facing the direction they have just left. I stand with my feet firmly planted on the ground, feeling sticky and filthy, but unable to accept what has just occurred.

I tilt my head up at the dark sky and close my eyes in hopes to contain my emotions. Breathing in and out.

I slowly begin to open then up again, but remain staring at the stars gleaming above me. I can't help but hate this view at the moment. The stars being so bright, a typical symbol of protection and safety, yet here I am staring at them and feeling the complete opposite. It feels like they're mocking me, but I can't look away.

My eyes begin to burn as tears well up. They are only tears of frustration and anger.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up with Camille.

Sometimes we create our own heartbreak through expectation.

I feel mentally and physically exhausted. I need to release my emotions somehow and my body wants to do it by crying. But not here. Not now. I can't bring myself to let go because I know it won't solve any of my problems. I feel stupid for being so weak. I have to woman the fuck up.

I keep staring up at the stars, and through my closed eyelids, I could feel the moon's soft light. They may be mocking me, but at least the stars and the moon are here- they always are. And as for right now, I feel like that's all I need. 

I wait for the urge to cry to subside.

I snap open my eyes again when I feel a touch on my shoulder. I turn around startled.

"Are you okay?" Chance's deep voice fills my ears as he looks at me with concern.

"Fine. Why are you here?" I try to keep my voice strong, trying to cover up my moment of weakness. Hopefully he won't notice anything different.

"I followed you when you bolted. You left really quickly by the way and it was difficult to keep up."

I give him single nod, not really wanting his company again. However, one glimpse of his face is enough to remind me of how pale he had been before, and how he now appeared to be even paler. 

"And now all that-all that running i-is now starting to make me f-feel dizzy," Chance starts to stagger on his feet and loose his balance, causing me to immediately reach out for him.

I let out a 'Wow easy' as he falls towards me and I quickly catch him, grasping his arms tightly to hold him upright.

As I move one of his arms over my head and grab his waist to keep him steady, he mumbles some incoherent words. His head ends up leaning onto me, his warm cheek against the exposed skin of my neck. I hold my breath, completely taken by surprise and trying to think of what to do.

I decide that I am going to carry him back into the building and hopefully find a safe, quiet spot for him to rest for a few minutes. But I find it incredibly difficult to walk. considering I am carrying most of his bodyweight.

What the fuck was this guy made of? Rocks?

I quickly look down at his face to see if he's passed out on me. It feels like I'm carrying a dead body. However, his eyes are pinched shut, indicating that he is in pain- a possible headache. He is conscious, just clearly not willing to walk by himself.

A few sounds of me struggling leave the back of my throat, and I tighten my grip on his waist and clutch onto his hand that I have over my shoulder. "You gotta help me out here, Chance," I struggle.