𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia

33

After Marcus left Amelia collapsed in her bed completely knocked out. Scrambling awake a couple of hours later by her phone ringing over and over again hours later.

She let out a groan, opening her eyes slightly only to close them again once the light hit them. She patted her bed after her phone until she got a hold of it, pressing it against her ear.

"Hello?" She let out her voice weak and hoarse.

"I've been trying to call you for ten minutes!" Max's voice exclaimed through the phone, frustration evident in her voice. Something felt off.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes with furrowed eyebrows as she asked, "What's going on?"

The line went silent for a few seconds in which she could only hear Max's shaky breathing causing her to feel more concerned. "Max? Did something happen?"

"It's Marcus, he crashed his motorcycle last night"

"What?" Amelia breathed out, her voice cracking and her heartbeat quickening as the phone in her hand became harder to hold still. "But, he's fine, right? He'll be ok?"

"I'm not sure, the doctors don't know how much damage it caused yet..." She responded gloomily before distorted voices appeared in the background. "Look, I'll call you when there's something new, but I have to go..."

"No, Max, wait-" But the call was already over.

She felt nauseous as she remembered what she had said to him the day before, how she had yelled at him and insulted him after he told her he thought he loved her. He thought he loved her. But, love was something so scary for her because everyone who had ever loved her had either left or neglected her.

She didn't know why she said all those horrible things to him, those things she didn't even mean. He hadn't ruined her life, he had made it better in every possible way one could make it better. He was the beacon lighting up the darkness surrounding her, the only thing that had brought her a true feeling of comfort the last couple of weeks.

His trembling face and blurry eyes played over and over again in her mind as she felt a sinking pit in her stomach. She was the reason he sat himself on a motorcycle he didn't even know how to drive yet. She was the reason he had ended up injuring himself.

She thought by preventing herself from getting hurt she was only pushing him away but instead, she had done exactly what she didn't want happening to her, she hurt him. And, surprisingly that seemed to hurt her even more.

What if he had died in that motorcycle accident? What if he had actually chosen that option he told her about this time? She would have never gotten to embrace him, smell his cologne, or feel his lips against hers again. That's when she realized time was precious, that every moment could be one's last, and had Marcus died her last memory with him, the person she cared about the most, would have haunted her forever.

It also made her realize, her feelings for him were far deeper than she thought. She always knew but she suppressed the emotions, shoved them deep into a drawer, and kept on telling herself it wasn't right.

But, the thought of losing him made her want to hold onto him even tighter, tell him everything would be alright like he constantly did to her. She wanted to assure him that she felt something for him too, she wanted to snuggle into him until both the aches in their heart was replaced with nothing but warmth and kiss all the hurt she afflicted upon him away until it was replaced with serotonin and that familiar feeling of comfort.

She thought she loved him too.