Abditory [H.S]

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Thank you for being here. you guys mean a lot more to me than u could imagine. Thank u for giving me something to look forward to every week. Your support keeps me both alive and at sane. I love u <3

Luella Jones

We ended up eating a traditional Switzerland dish for breakfast. Nothing too fancy; but it tasted exactly how I felt an orgasm would be like.

Birchermüesli.

Absolute heavens. It may be oats and a bunch of fruits and berries, but I have never had it before, and I cannot feather the amount of happiness that went inside my stomach as soon as I swallowed the first bite.

I could eat it forever.

Right now I'm in the car alongside Liam, who is driving across the somehow empty streets in Wengen. The others left shortly after breakfast for work, so only I got to stay behind to clean up so I can follow them afterwards.

I have no idea why Liam was chosen to be my chaperone, but whatever it is, he seems upset about being back here.

I don't think I'm necessarily the reason for that occurance, I mainly think that he starts work later because of his irresponsible actions towards Marie. But whatever it is, it is none of my business.

I'm only sitting in the passenger's seat, have already been bored for countless minutes. We have half an hour left of our 'roadtrip' and there is nothing else I can do.

Being here beside Liam has proven to me that I know nothing about him. We are not even friends, we rarely talk.

I mean, sure, Niall and I have somehow bonded over time, but that was because Niall makes it so easy, he's so social and outgoing; you can almost sense his vibe from a mile away. He makes it clear when he likes you. Liam on the other hand looks just as bored as I am in this car. We both have had very little interaction and the one time he smiled at me was because he was drunk; which basically means he isn't easily vulnerable.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" I ask him, being the first person to speak. I'm sitting down across my seat, laying back into it. I have my arms interlocked over my chest, waiting for an answer.

"What do you mean?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"Oh well, I don't really know. Do you have a family to stress over? Some unknown trauma? Perhaps a heartbreaking history with someone? I'm all ears, seriously." I urge him to answer.

He chuckles for a second, shaking his head at my questions. "I don't have a family to stress over, my mother died many years ago, and I unfortunately do not have an interesting history with someone."

He hits me so openly with the answers, I'm almost shocked. He doesn't seem that secretive as I thought he would be. And I'm glad he is able to actually speak about those topics to me. I'm almost flattered.

"Sorry about your loss." I frown. "May I ask, how'd she die?"

"Cancer. It's alright, it was a long time ago and I've accepted her fate." He nods.

"I'm happy to hear that. I honestly didn't know it was possible for someone to accept a loss of a beloved one at all." I have a hard time getting over people who are still alive, let alone try to accept their deaths.

"Anything is possible if you put your mind to it." He shrugs. "Plus, it didn't technically hit me. I had prepared for her loss for months before that."

"Uh-huh. That's pretty healthy, even for you."

He frowns for a second before speaking again, "what about you? What's going on with grumpy grandpa?"