Secret alliances

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Wes's Pov:

After giving Meera a head massage and coffee, I headed back home for a few minutes.

Rowan and mama asked me to grab a few foil trays from the garage.

I unlocked the garage door and rummaged through the shelves to find the foil trays.

Aha, finally.

I grabbed the trays and made my way out until a certain sage green box caught my eye.

I debated on whether I should take it or not, hmmmm.....

Fuck it, why not?

I grabbed the box and left for Meera's house.

Mama took the trays off my hands and I proceeded inside.

Meera was near the formal dining table, cleaning and dusting.

"Dorogaya?" I called. Meera looked around herself for a second before turning to face me. "Catch." I chucked the box at her.

She reached forward and caught it. "What's this?" Meera started opening the box.

A small gasp flew from her mouth. "Wes..." she whispered. "Wes I can't-" She turned to face me and pushed the box back into my hands.

Inside the box was a Faberge egg. It was one of the eggs I bought for her years ago.

"Wes," Her voice got raspy. "I can't." I stepped closer to her and gently took back the box, closing it and putting it off to the side. I tipped her chin up, catching her glossed over eyes. She closed her eyes, a tear falling down her face.

I wiped it off and pulled her head to my chest.

"Just take it." I muttered, running my palm up her back.

She pushed off of me and turned to the box, opening it again. "It's gorgeous." Meera whispered.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it Wes." She turned to face me. "Thank you."

I watched her go put the box up in her room.

Sunday flew by fast and as soon as we knew it, the clock had struck midnight.

It was now Monday, aka funeral day and everyone here was still finalizing their speeches and putting together last minute garlands and Thaals for the service in the morning.

I snuck away to the pantry while Meera and her uncle talked about her speech.

During dinner, I had seen Meera absentmindedly play with food instead of eating it. She had barely eaten all weekend and tomorrow was a big day. 

I grabbed a pack of biscuits, pretzels, chips and two caprisans and snuck them upstairs.

When Meera entered her room ten minutes later, I was sitting in her bean bag chair near her bookcase with a book in my hands.

"Bedtime?" I mused, shutting the book and putting it back on the shelf.

"The Atlas six?" She retorted back, gently dropping her notebook and papers on the bed. "What's this?"

I see her eyes skimming over the snacks I laid out on her desk.

"You haven't eaten milaya," I walked closer to her. "I think you should eat."

"I'm not hungry." Meera mumbled, turning to her closet to change.

During the day, I ran back to my house and grabbed a hoodie for her.

"Wear the hoodie that's folded on the ledger." I called, moving back to her bookshelf.

"Huh?" She called, as I browsed through her collection.