Sepulchre There by the Sea - A Fairytale Green fanfiction

More Than Love - Part 3

SORRY😭 i make you guys wait so long😭😭

also disclaimer: i know some things ella says or thinks may not seem right, but look at it from her perspective. she lost her dad after losing her mom and then left stone thinking she was doing the right thing. she's very hurt and confused. cut her some slack.

and also TW: mentions having negative feelings from sexual experiences.

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I woke up to a bright light shining in my eyes, its radiance penetrating my brain and making me wince from the burning pain. I squinted and shielded my eyes from the sun, groaning at the pounding in my head.

I turned over and snuggled into the green pillow, murmuring sleepily, before I realized that I did not own a green pillow, and I jerked awake.

I looked around the large room which was completely empty, bar the green linen and unopened suitcases, and tried not to panic. This was not my room.

I sighed in relief when I felt that all my work clothing from yesterday was still on me, besides for my Demonias which were unbuckled and on the ground near the bed.

Tyler.

Fuck, Tyler. He was probably worried sick about me.

I slid out of the bed and tiptoed to the slightly ajar door, peeking my burning head out just slightly to see who had brought me home.

A large man was sitting on a chair, his leg shaking and his hands clasped onto his hair. Every few seconds he would rub at his face and fiddle with his fingers.

Stone.

All the hazy events from the night before came rushing back to me and I flushed with embarrassment, recalling how drunk I had gotten.

And Stone. Fucking hell, I had not seen him in years. Besides the few new lines of stress near his eyes, he looked the exact same as the Stone I had left.

I could not remember every bit of our conversation from the previous night, but I did recall there being a lot of yelling and a lot of me reminding Stone that I was with someone else, despite his obvious negative reactions.

I stepped out of the room quietly, my eyes widening when Stone shot his head up, staring at me.

"Ella," he whispered.

"Hi," I said softly, not moving from where I stood. An involuntary grimace made its way to my face when a sharp pain stabbed through my head. If I ever met a genie, I would wish for them to get rid of the mere idea of hangovers. Should not even be a thing.

He jumped up from the chair, his face clouded with concern. He grabbed onto my shoulders gently and led me to the chair he was sitting in before, seating me and putting his large hand on my forehead.

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me speechless, and then returned with a cup of water and a few painkillers. "Here," he said simply, handing them to me.

I nodded in thanks and downed the pills with water, groaning in relief when the cold water cured my dry mouth.

He leaned against the wall and stared at me, his foot shaking.

I stared back at him, still holding the cup to my lips so that the water would stay still to coat them in cold.

I rubbed at my head and then asked quietly, "do you know where my phone is? I need to call someone."

He glared unapologetically. "Tyrone?"

"Tyler," I corrected uselessly.

He sniffed and handed me my phone, crossing his arms and watching me carefully as I pressed Tyler's contact to call him.