She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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Ready ?
I'm in the middle of buttoning my black shirt up when the elevator dings, followed by the doors of it opening. I barely blink by the sudden intrusion in my flat. I recognise the familiar footsteps that thump against my marble floor through the empty hallway that leads to the living room, where I am currently standing.
I barely send Ostin a glance as he slumps down on my black leather couch, looking sweaty from practicing on the rink once again. A heavy breath escapes his lips and I know something is on his mind by sending a quick glance over my shoulder. With furrowed brows, he stares back at me. And before his mouth opens, I know a reproach is going to spill out of his mouth.
"You were too harsh with Whitlock before. She was clearly shaken up when I checked on her."
I lift a brow as he utters a name I don't recognise. And I doubt it's the girl I fucked ten minutes ago, not that I remember her name. I know it didn't sound like that.
"The girl that talked shit about you before your boring presentation Rhys." Ostin clarifies annoyed that I haven't picked up on it.
A minuscule grin spreads on my face because I knew exactly whom he was talking about. I just felt like fucking with him. "What the fuck did you say to her to make her run out of your presentation room man ?
I shrug my shoulders unbothered by this insignificant information. I don't even know why he cares about her.
"Did you see her wrist ? It must have happened yesterday evening because it was still nonexistent when I saw her coming out of the building before practice." Ostin insists, an irritated tone slightly recognisable as he speaks.
My jaw tenses as I see the image of her bandaged wrist again. And for a second, just one, I feel remorse. I'm at the origin of her injury and didn't care. Didn't give a single fuck. And she saw it back there in the auditorium. She saw it in my eyes that reflected nothing else than a pool of void.
And that emotionless reaction made her face turn pale for a moment. A faint shade lighter than it was a second before. But still enough for me to realise. A simple detail that gave me enough information that she was affected by my unfazed state of seeing her injury.
Additionally, her eyes were reflecting a grey storm, as if her battling thoughts were displaying for everyone to see how she struggled to keep her panic inside.
For the rest of my presentation, she was blank, her hand holding onto a pencil without a single intention to write. Staring ahead of her, her gaze unfocused, her mind lost in her head. Her familiar grey eyes reflecting a memory opposite to a joyful one.
"I don't care Ostin. I have more pressing matters to worry about." I utter, boredom leaking out of my tone, just like I intended to. "And so do you for that matter."
Ostin's eyes flash towards me, sliding over my black button-up shirt and suit trousers, and realisation seems to give him a nice blow.
"Oh fuck... We need to go to Goldens." He utters, immediately jumping up from my couch. "Why didn't you tell me for fucks sake, Rhys ! You know I would forget about that meeting." He says, glaring right as he brushes past me.
