❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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NOT HEALING
"STOP thinking about it, man."
Isaac's words successfully made Boyd turn around to face the curly haired boy who was sitting with his girlfriend, "Like you're both not thinking about it, too?"
"All of us are going to stop thinking about it," Isaac stated.
The bald boy shook his head, "I can't."
"Well, there's nothing you can do about it, either," Nathan piped up from his left, though his eyes didn't leave the road.
"You sure about that?" he slowly spun his body around, glaring at Ethan who had been checking every five minutes. As if he was waiting for a message or something. The Alpha seemed distressed, and Andrea couldn't quite blame him.
After what happened last night, she didn't want to go to this stupid cross country meet outside of town. But coach had chose her to join and it was worth half of her Econ grade, so she really couldn't say no.
Andrea still couldn't quite wrap her mind around the fact that Derek was dead. And now, she was back to being an Omega without a pack or an Alpha.
Being in Derek's Pack meant so much to the girl, more than she would like to admit. It gave her a family, people she could run to when things get bad, someone she was sure would have her back no matter what.
And now ... he was dead.
Derek was gone.
The curly haired boy who said on her left grabbed Andrea's hand, breaking her trance. She shifted her gaze to him, noticing a worried look written across Isaac's face.
"You okay?" he asked, though the answer was clear enough.
"No," the girl shook her head, letting out a long sigh. "Derek's gone, Isaac."
Isaac went silent, not knowing what to say because he too was hurting.
Ever since the fight against the Alphas last night, the girl hadn't talked much to anyone. And frankly, those who knew about Derek didn't know how to talk to her either. The only one who sticked by her side all night long was Isaac, but they barely talked.
They only cried and tried to comfort each other.
Coach's whistle was heard, ringing through the air, "The two of you, back in your seats!" two students that the man pointed at scrambled down to their own seats after talking to their friends at another seat.
"Jared, again? Carsick?" coach seemed exasperated by the round-faced boy with thick-framed glasses. "Every ti—how do you even get on the bus?"
