Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Esme
I was released from the hospital a couple days ago, and Delilah and Theya have been staying over to keep me company.
The doctor sent me home with a packet of what to do and what not to do, and Theya has been following it to a T. I wish I could say the same for Delilah, but it's clear she's in mourning.
The girl hasn't come out of her room besides getting something to eat, and according to Theya, hasn't uttered a word. I mean she did witness Cameron die ten feet in front of her.
Regardless of his actions, Delilah cared deeply for him, and still does. There is something she still hasn't told me, and I have an inkling it has something to do with her late ex.
A raindrop races another down my window, and I watch, silently cheering on the one on the right. The past few days, I've been seeing black cars drive past the house, and everytime I see them, my heart rate picks up. I think it's Silas, but disappointment sets in again when it keeps going, instead of pulling into the driveway.
Silas didn't leave my side once I woke up in the hospital, and in a weird way, I was happy he didn't. I'm not scared of him, despite what I kno- saw.
He protected us.
The man barely knew me at the time, and didn't hesitate to do something about the physical assault Cameron delivered my way. As I got to know him more, I've come to the realization that he's good. Deep down.
God, I sound delusional.
But I'm not. Both Genesis and myself are great judges of character, and the fact that we both in some way are connected to him, gives me all the reassurance I need to not feel crazy for letting myself like him.
His personality is just what I like, quiet but not afraid to give his opinion. I can talk with him all day, and not get tired or run out of things to talk about. I'm speaking from experience. On my second day awake, we talked from ten AM to seven PM. Considering he's 'dangerous', he makes me feel comfortable, secure even.
Thinking about him so much has me remembering what Theya told me this morning, and I don't even try to fight my smile. Silas and Sean are coming over sometime today, and are bringing food.
Maybe I've been on his mind as much as he's been in mine.
A knock on my door snaps me out of my thoughts, and I immediately pick up my phone to see my reflection. Once I see that I don't look worse than I did while in the hospital, I tell them to come in.
Silas
Leaning back in my chair, I conclude that today is the day I'm going over to her place. I was with her everyday at the hospital, and now that I am not, I find myself constantly... Missing her.
Taking my phone out of my jacket pocket, I open my messages with Sean, and tell him to text Theya, and ask if we can come over today with food.
All those days together, and we forgot to do the one thing our generation thrives at. Giving each other our phone numbers. I could get it the non- traditional way, but for some reason, I want to know if she'll willingly give it to me.
