The Unwanted Encounter (Ash Lynx x Reader)

59) Betrayel

"So you're telling me.. Shorter confessed already?" Ash asked, deadpanned. I was sitting beside him on his hospital bed, also deadpanned, mouth wide open.

"Ahh, yeah." Cièlle chuckled, biting on her apple. "He's such a romantic too, did it in the most dramatic way with flower and candles and all."

"So the whole time Ash and I were here, he was planning a confession?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, shifting in my position so I could sit more comfortably.

"Yes." She stretched her arms sitting on that foldable chair in front of Ash's hospital bed. "That's what he was up to."

"No wonder why that guy asked me if girls like scented candles." I said, recalling a rather weird phone call I had with Shorter.

"And why he was so stressed that day when he came." Ash filled in, shaking his head. "I knew it."

"Wait, so you were the one that chose the candles?" Cièlle asked.

"Yeahh." I chuckled. "It makes sense now."

"Good choice." Cièlle complimented, throwing the leftover apple in the bin. "Well, I've got to go now, wish I could stay longer but got some family stuff to do. Congrats on being discharged though, Ash." Cièlle stuck her thumb out, gave a closed eye smile to us.

"Yeah, thanks. Y/n wouldn't let me get discharged sooner." He rolled his eyes, swayed his hair back.

"Don't do reckless shit after getting out." Cièlle laughed, grabbed her silk tote bag slinging it over her shoulder.

"You know I can't promise that."

"Yeah yeah. Bye y/n, bye Ash." She waved at us, standing at the doorway.

"See ya."

"Bye!" I waved back at her, stared at her leaving form as her afro bounced on her shoulders like it usually did.

"Did I hear that wrong or did Shorter actually confess?!" Ash looked at me with wide eyes, disbelief clouding his expression.

"I think I heard it wrong too." I stared at the doorway, thinking back at what Cièlle said. "Hold up." I gasped, turning my form towards Ash's. "Did Cièlle accept his confession, though?"

"Wait." Ash held his hand up, shifted in a criss-cross position. "We forgot to ask." He said, looked like a sixteen-year-old teen caught in teenage drama.

"Oops."

"I can't believe it."

"Same."

"I'll interrogate Shorter later."

"Count me in. I'll interrogate Cièlle later, too."

"Count me in as well."
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After a few hours, Ash's doctor had gotten the paperwork ready for his discharge, followed by Ash immediately skidding out of that suffocating hospital. I burnt the paperwork the second he was discharged since I didn't want any trace of Ash being alive left anywhere. It wasn't that we were in danger again, it was just safety precautions. You can never be too safe.

Plus everyone except Cain's and Sing's circle were convinced Ash was still dead, so no cops or enemies tried coming for him, and I wanted to keep it that way—for his sake, and for mine.

"Ash, calm down I can't keep up with you. And be careful you fool, you'll rip your stitches upon!" I said, taking bigger steps than my average ones since I couldn't catch up with the blonde joyously speed-walking through the streets of New York.

"Yolo." Ash threw a peace sign in the air, followed by him jumping over a little stone. He truly looked like an eight-year-old who got ice cream after school.