One Cup of Sugar || Sasha x Niccolo

32 - Can Love Truly Save Us?

AN: Okay phew, authors note is over! Let's get back to this mess, shall we?

Just kidding, this chapter is for the Hange lovers. <3

Also trying something new with the POV's at the beginning of this chapter ;)

I hope the formatting works for everyone and that it makes sense or else it might be awkward!!!!

Anyways, I hope you're all enjoying all the drama! It's going to get better eventually, maybe. We'll see! <3

Sending love <3

- J
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Another three days with
no contact with him went by.

Another three days
went by with her
acting weird.

I couldn't come up with
any reason as to what
happened. Nothing made
any logical sense.

She continued to be short
with me, barely speaking
to me unless I spoke first.
She declined all my calls.
Nothing made any logical
sense.

I eventually gave up on
texting, none of them went
through anyway. I stayed
confused, each day blurring
into the next. I stayed at his
house every night, using it
as a safe space until I found
somewhere else to go.

I tried talking to her every day still, hoping that maybe
she would one day start acting
more like herself again. It's hard
being away from home, and it's
hard being away from her. I didn't
know what to expect when I got
home.

Each day was getting harder
and harder. I thought I would
grow more excited each today,
knowing that I was one day
closer to seeing him again,
but I didn't know where we
stood. I don't know what to
expect when he comes back.
It's hard being away from
someone, but it's hard being
away from someone you've
become so dependent on.

It's hard being away from
her when this doesn't feel
like her.

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Sashas POV:

It's hard being away from him, especially when the communication went from little to none so unexpectedly. I grasped onto the idea that maybe something might've happened with his connection or something else. 

Maybe his phone got stolen? Another unlikely explanation, but it was something worth thinking about. 

I scrolled through our old texts as I sat on a random bench at school. Do I have class today? No. However, I couldn't be at Nic's house right now. Here was the only place where I didn't associate with anyone. Maybe my mind would quiet down and tire out if I was somewhere other than his place. Sleep lost its way to me every night, usually not finding me until the late hours of the night. I had maybe gotten an hour of sleep, eventually giving up and getting ready for today. I figured if I wasn't going to sleep, I might as well go somewhere else. A change of scenery, if you will.

I was still making my way through his clothes, now wearing a black hoodie I found in his closet, jean shorts, and an old pair of black converses. My hair had air-dried as I was getting ready this morning, so I could only imagine how messy it looked. I didn't even want to try to imagine what I looked like. I still hadn't gone home, so I was resorting to whatever he had at his place, and the few articles of clothing I kept in my car for emergencies.