Secret alliances

0.15

Wes's pov:

Watching her heart shatter didn't quite give me satisfaction I thought it would.

Instead of feeling nothing and emotionless, I felt like I had taken an ice pick and stabbed myself with it. Pangs of guilt hit me with a penchant for repent. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing.

When the bathroom door finally opened, I looked up, making direct eye contact with her for half a second before she turned away. I didn't miss the redness and puffiness of her eyes.

She wouldn't even look at me when I went up behind her to make sure she was okay. She brushed my hand off and didn't say a word.

Meera closed the lights and climbed into her bed, turning to the other side so her back was to me, sniffling in the process.That was an indication clear as day that she wanted me gone.

I still stood there, hoping she's turn around and everything would be fine. She didn't turn around. I could hear faint crying sounds.

Fuck.

It had taken every molecule in me to not keep kissing her. Kissing Meera was like a cardinal sin. Felt so fucking good but it's so fucking bad for us both.

She doesn't need me leading her on when she's got so much going on in her life. I'm not into her but I can't help myself when I see her upset. It pisses me the fuck off.

I fucked up bad. Like really bad. Hearing her stifling sobs tugged at the strings in my body. I just had to kiss her and then reject her after she told me her grandpa has a few days left.

What kind of bitchass hoe does that?

Apparently I do.

Once I heard faint snoring from her body, I moved towards her. I dipped down near the side of her glossy face, gently whispering, "Izvini." I'm sorry. Before I left her room.

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A few hours after I got home, around six in the morning, I heard the sirens of an ambulance.

I rub my eyes, the sleep dissipating from my senses. Walking out of my room, the blaring sound is slightly louder. I go downstairs and open the front door, seeing the ambulance just parked outside of Meera's house.

She was standing on the porch in her clothes from a few hours ago, a pastel green long shirt and short black biker shorts. Meera was visibly shivering as she led the EMT inside.

What happened now?

She walked back outside and stood on her porch, by the looks of it she was crying.

I felt like a shitty ass person now. I opened my phone and texted her. She whipped her head up at me, giving me a glimpse of her dejected face before turning away.

Me: Meera what's wrong? What happened?
Me: why is there an ambulance here

She had her phone in her hands but she wasn't replying to me.

Me: meera?
Me: i know you have your phone
Me: please text back
Me: are you okay?
Me: who's the ambulance here for????

She goes inside her house without another glance at her phone.

Shit.