Twin Flames (Riven x OC)

Riven

I do hope you're okay. Those five words plagued my mind, haunted me like a ghost that I'd wronged in the past and I couldn't bare it. What the hell came over me for me to say that? I'd already given her the chance to tell me twice if something was wrong. She didn't budge either time. I should've just fucking left it. Instead it was on my mind every single fucking moment of every single day that I didn't see her.

It had been seventeen days since then. Yes, I was counting. Yes, it was completely mental to do so, but I said something stupid and now I couldn't find her anywhere. The few times I'd felt her presence, it had faded so quickly I figured she was running away from me.

She was definitely running away from me. Bitch.

"You keep spinning in that chair you'll lose your mind," his voice broke my thoughts and I stopped, resting my pencil against my forehead, twirling it between my fingers. I was already losing my mind.

"Thanks Sky, totally know about the correlation of sanity and spinning a fucking chair around," I huffed, far from in a good mood. Where the hell was she? She couldn't always be in her room. It wasn't possible. She needed to get up at some point. At least for class.

"If you'd just tell me what's wrong-"

"No," I cut him off, a final end to the discussion.

"Anyone ever tell you you're really stubborn?" I chuckled, thinking about the redhead immediately.

"Once or twice," Alex thought so. I knew she did. Though she rivalled me in that regard. And she never gave up. I was close to certain she would've picked herself up again the other day to hit her sword with my own if I'd let her. But I wouldn't let her. Not whilst she was so unwell.

She'd lost so much weight since that night she'd nearly died. But she wasn't dying anymore, so why did she seem so sick? I had no idea what was going on, and being left in the dark with her was something that drove me wild, sparking theories in my mind and worries far beyond what it probably was. Alex was probably fine.

Probably wasn't good enough for me.

"It's her," I was snapped back to reality when he spoke, furiously shaking my head, absolutely adamant that he'd seen it all wrong. Of course I knew who he meant without a doubt.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means you like her, idiot," Sky smiled, leaning back on his desk chair, almost victorious in his confession of his thoughts.

"When hell freezes over, maybe," did I like her? I'd never thought of it in that way. Not fully. I knew that I didn't like her. I also knew when I hated her. But had I ever genuinely liked her?

"I guess hell is frozen then," I sigh, throwing my pencil onto my desk as I stood.

"She's absolutely-"

"Insufferable? Yeah, you've mentioned that quite a few times, actually," of course I had. It was possibly my favourite way to describe her. Insufferable summed her up so well, it didn't require any further explanation. That's simply what she was. That's all she was.

"Riv, you're my best friend. You think I wouldn't notice? Beatrix was right under your nose and you still didn't budge after that one time," he said, watching me move around the room in search of the knife I'd been given by her.

"She wasn't a great shag," simple, that answers the question. No need to ask any more.

"Is that the only reason?" I paused, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. It hadn't been bad sex, it just hadn't been what I'd hoped to get out of it. Nothing about it fit the way it should've. The way it used to feel was a way to pass time, and I'd fully planned to have it be a simple past time throughout this whole year.