Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 29

EZRA

Hours later, "Fire! Fire!" I hear my mom calling out; I jump out of bed, don't even bother putting on a shirt. As running down the stairs with mom in front of me, I notice I don't see Skylar, "Where's Skylar?" I yell, but nobody hears me; I go to her room, but all I see is a fire burning up to the ceiling, "Skylar! Skylar!"

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"Hey! Hey! Ezra," I wake up with Rachel shaking my shoulder to wake, "You're okay. It was just a nightmare," she whispers to me; I try to catch a breath with my body feeling like a fire under the skin, "Rachel?" I panic, call out, sit up, and she pulls in her bare chest, "She's gone. Skylar is gone," I sob when the tears fall apart my cheeks. She soothes my back gently, not to cause me the pain of my back, but I don't care because I'm already in pain of years of being stabbed, " Ezra?" she asks. I lift my head, "Yeah?". Rachel signs, "Wanna talk?" she utters out in a quiet tone, but I shake my head and lay back down. She nods, gets up, "I'm going to something to drink," walks towards the door but grab her hand, "You will be back, right?" I ask, and she can tell I'm shaking in fright as she nods.

A while later, Rachel comes back in the room withholding a teacup that smells so sweet like her for doing whatever she's doing for me, "What's that? I look at the cup on the table; it looks gross, "It's warm milk and honey; it helps when I can't sleep," she answers, getting confused; I take a sip of it, and it's good.

Does this work?

She comes back to bed, nods. "Sometimes especially when I had nightmares."; as she said nightmares, I can't imagine her having them. I thought she would be dreaming about her wedding or riding on a fucking horse, and whatever else girls dream about, "What do you mean you nightmares?" I take another sip.

"After the drowning accident, the nightmares were hurting and haunting me so I got sent to therapy," she says as pulling her hair down from her bun; it looks so pretty falling down her shoulders if the god planted a depth of sunlight warmth on her to make me melt like warm butter, so soft and creamy.

How long have you been going to therapy?

She shrugs her shoulders, "I think three or four years. It helped from my therapist suggested 'journaling my feelings' and cope panic attacks," she puts arrow quotes when saying journaling. I nod, "Do you still have the journals?" I question to hope that she still has them so I can read them to help myself, but from the look of her eyes, that won't be a good idea, "I don't have them, can we go to sleep? She lays back down with turning her back towards me. Maybe I shouldn't mention that journal stuff from the look of her face. I finish the rest of my water and start falling asleep.

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The morning after, I wake up to my alarm clock ringing in my eardrum; as I get up, to notice Rachel's head on my bare chest with her hair surrounding my body. I need to go the bathroom but don't wanna wake her up. So I carefully lift my arm, swing my body to the side, and tiptoe to the restroom; once I return to the room, I see the space is empty.

"Rachel? Rachel?" I call out, look around the bathroom, behind the door, and she's nowhere to be found. She seems the sneaky stealer who steals your heart and sneaks away with it. I walk downstairs, look around the place then see her dancing with her headphones on when cooking maybe breakfast; I pull out my phone to videotape this, especially when hearing her angel voice singing.

" AND EVEN IF THEY, THEY'LL NEVER TAKE MY BODY FROM YOUR SIDE LOVE DON'T DIE," she burst out singing and flapping pancakes. I shake my head because I don't know if she can be any cuter; I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her moving hips. The way she's moving is so sexy even for her, she turns around, "Good Morning," she mouths outs, and I smile. I glare at the pancakes that are almost smoking, tap her shoulder, and point at them.