Ephemeral {X.T.}

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕖

I made my way up the Ophelia Hall stairs. Sure, it was past 12, but Ovia had been ignoring my texts and calls. She was surely mad at me, but I didn't want her to be.

When I reached her door, I knocked lightly. Part of me knew she'd be asleep, but part of me hoped. When I knocked again, a little harder, her door slipped open, but she didn't open it, it wasn't locked.

I lightly pushed the door open, looking inside. The room was dark, but just outside the window, I saw a phone screen's light shine through it, and a figure sitting against the window on the floor of the balcony.

After closing the door behind me, I softly made my way to the opening of the second window, glancing over Ovia's shoulder at her screen. She was on Instagram.

When I got out of the window, she didn't notice me at first, since she had headphones on, but once my feet appeared in her vision, she got a fright. Her eyes flew up at me, and widened once they met mine.

In panic she stood up, pulling her headphones off and around her neck.

"What the hell?!" she yelled in a whisper. "The fuck, Xav?!"

"I just-"

"Get inside!" she demanded, pushing me towards the window again.

In confusion I climbed back jnto her room, and she followed. She rushed to close the window and curtains, before she turned to me in fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she yelled a bit louder, while yanking her headphones off and throwing it onto her bed along with her phone.

"I came to talk to you."

She scoffed. "Fuck, and here I thought you were just a noctambulist."

"What?" I frowned.

"What do you want?" she bit.

"You're ignoring me-"

"For a reason!" she argued. "I'm mad at you."

"Why?"

She started laughing lightly. "Are you that stupid? Why am I mad at you? Are you a fucking nonplussed idiot?"

"Ovia, you don't-"

"You're a bloody prick, Xavier!" she yelled.

"Not so loud," I said, taking a step closer to her.

"Oh screw you," she bit. "You've done enough to piss me off!"

"Ovia," I sighed. "Please listen to me. You don't understand-"

"I understand enough," she argued. "I heard enough to know that you need to get your priorities right."

"Ov-"

"I'm not some whore you can sneak around with," she bit, and I fell silent. "If you want someone to constantly sneak around with, go to Wednesday, or Bianca. But I'm not that girl for you. I'm not someone you only have ephemerally."

I looked at her in disbelief. "No. That's not-"

"Get out of my room," she bit, suddenly shoving me back.

I refused to leave. "No, I'm not going. Ovia, you-"

"Get the fuck out," she said, pushing me again.

"No!" I said, suddenly grabbing her wrist, only to realize immediately that I grabbed the wrong one, and letting go instantly. "Shit, Ovia, I didn't-"