Wait For Me | Book Two of "Trust Me"

9- 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

-:-Cara POV-:-

I'm having a hard time...processing all of this.

Y/N is here, she's in the same room with me. It's been years. All of this is a lot to process in what has seemed like such a short amount of time since she arrived. She's beautiful, she always has been. She's always had beautiful features, ones that I used to envy for myself, used to. It feels good using memories in past tense now. I'm different, and I don't care if anyone likes it or not.

To be honest, I've been searching for Y/N for so long, but now I have no clue what happens next. I definitely didn't give her the best impression, by the look on her face right now. It would be safe to say that she seems pretty terrified, but I can't quite tell if it's me, or just this whole situation in general.

Maybe a little bit of both?

"Do you want me to leave you two alone? You know, let you catch up?" Eret asks.

I've only known Eret for a little while, but we've become pretty close friends in that amount of time. He's great, although he seems to be a little unstable. The guy changes personalities every other day, it's pretty hard to keep up with. But I've learned how to deal with the ups and downs of him, and I'm grateful it didn't take long.

"If you would, that would be great." I smirk, placing my hand on his shoulder. He smiles, and walks past me, out into the hallway.

Then there's silence.

Not the normal silence, not the silence that you might hear in a room all by yourself; it's the kind of silence that speaks to you, even though no one is saying anything. It's almost like her thoughts are in the air, running through my ears, and sending chills down my spine. I don't like this, I don't like the silence.

"What do you want with me?" she says, and I snap out of my gaze, which was fixed on her eyes.

I stare at her with confusion, she's angry. I know why, but I thought that maybe she would be happier to see me.

"Well that's a great way to greet your sister who you haven't seen in years and thought she was dead." I laughed, forcing it.

"Well, I'm sorry, when you practically kidnap me, torture one of my friends, and knock my boyfriend out, yeah, you're not going to get the best greeting." She snaps. She's not restrained, she could fight back, or try to get away. But she doesn't, why?

"Friend? Ranboo told me you guys barely associate with each other." I said, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, we're not friends I guess, but he saved my life." she mumbles.

"And you thought you'd be returning the favor by trying to save his life?" I question.

She says nothing.

I know her too well. She's too caring to let an innocent person die. Her overloaded amount of empathy is both a gift and a curse. I used to be like that too, I was told empathy was a good thing, but for me, it wasn't. I would put others before myself, causing my mental health to decline. That was until I learned, it's better to have apathy, then to have empathy.

"How are you alive?" she asks, after minutes of silence.

There it is, the question I was waiting for her to ask. I mean, I assume that's the number one question she has about this whole situation. It's such a desired question, with such a simple explanation.

"Simple, I passed out from the stab wound that Tommy gave me. They thought I was dead, but I woke up hours later. I looked everywhere for you, but you were gone. I assumed you had gotten scared and ran, so I picked a direction and went searching for you. After a while, I gave up, I assumed you were dead." I explain.

Her eyes widen.

I can tell she's having a problem processing every word that comes out of my mouth. Her emotions are all combining; anger, sadness, confusion, fear. But the look of apprehension in her eyes is what scares me the most. She's preparing herself for loss, for anything bad that is to come.

Because she EXPECTS it.

She expects something bad to happen.

She stands up slowly, her eyes focusing on my facial expressions. What is she doing? She walks towards me, and I feel as though I should block the door. She may try to escape, but I don't move. I stand here, frozen in fear, frozen in wonder, in curiosity, as to what she will do next.

"What happened to you?" she whispers. She is now not even two feet away from me. Tears form in her eyes. She studies every inch of my face then returns to staring at my eyes, staring into them like she wants to see my thoughts, my secrets; it's rather unsettling.

I don't answer, mostly because I don't quite know how to. She looks at me, as if waiting for a reply, but I have nothing.

She hugs me.

She wraps her arms around me, hesitate at first, but she soon gets comfortable. The tears that were welling up in her eyes are now on my shirt, leaving little dark puddles. She's shaking. I finally hug her back, playing with her hair as I try desperately to hold back tears.

This was why I wanted her here, not to get Dream, not to torture Ranboo, but to be here, in this moment; hugging my sister. The person who I've been waiting for, the person I've been needing. We can finally go, even if she doesn't remember,

We can finally go home.

(A/N: I told my friend to pick a plot twist, so you can blame her if you feel any heartbreak in future chapters💪)