Ephemeral {X.T.}

𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕖

I'm sure it wasn't even five minutes before her eyes flew shut, and Ovia was fast asleep. It impressed me that my bed was that comfortable. Yet, from a few bus rides from Jericho, I noticed that she could fall sleep anywhere. She was like a baby; only a cuter one I might admit.

I found myself being more gentle and careful with everything I was doing - which was packing, of course - while watching her. For seconds I'd just stare, before realizing I was doing something. I'm not sure why, but it wouldn't bug me to even care.

There were times though where I was worried that she wasn't alive anymore... She wasn't moving, or mumbling - as she usually does - but rather lying still. It'd take me a while before realizing her chest move up and down, barely, as if she was breathing like someone with asthma.

Yet, after about twenty minutes, I got more comfortable, knowing she was deep asleep. I still gave her glances, but not as often. She'd only be distracting me.

There was a knock on my door, and even before I could react, it opened. I wasn't surprised to see Ajax, his eyes angry. Understandable- I took his sister from a hospital, and didn't tell him.

"Are you serious?"

"Outside," I groaned, forcing him out of my room, before I exited after him, closing the door behind us. "She's asleep."

"You kidnapped her from a hospital, Xavier. Seriously? She was-"

"I didn't kidnap her," I defended. "She wanted to leave. If I didn't help her - God knows how she'd leave!"

"This isn't funny," Ajax sighed. "How'd you feel if you entered a hospital bed and your sis- and Ovia wasn't there, her machine was beeping with no pulse, her clothes are missing, and no one knows where the fuck she is, huh?"

I sighed. He had a point. "I'd be fucking furious, and you have the right to be fucking furious. We shouldn't have left without telling you. I'm an asshole. You have the right to hate me."

"Be glad Wednesday saw you two in the corridors. If she hadn't - you'd have my snakes."

I put on a disgusted look. I have been stoned before - twice - and it wasn't nice. I hated it. Takes up to hours to get unstoned.

"I'm mad at you, and fuck you, even though I wont act like this."

He didn't hate me at least. He'd be over this in two hours, or days, or weeks. God, it might take him months, but he'd suffer in silence this time.

"When she wakes up, call Enid. They'll help her pack her dorm."

I nodded, and he left to his room, probably to resume his own packing. We were given short notice, and so little amount of boxes.

~

With a cigarette between my fingers, I looked at the greenhouse windows. They were open, and from one, there hung a plant out. The vines overgrew it's rank, and spun up until the floor. I was surprised that after the fire Crackstone caused in the quad, the plants were still alive. Ovia lied to me.

Arms wrapped around my waist, and when I looked down, seeing a small, thin, green-beaded bracelet, I smiled. Speaking of the devil...

"Finished packing?" I asked her.

She groaned, and I took it as a yes. "I have so much bullshit."

"Throw it away."

"Fuck you, no. You're mental. Not a chance."

I laughed, and she let go of me. She stepped beside me, looking up with her perfect eyes. I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm tired..."

"You slept for four hours, and about two days before that," I argued. She smiled softly, before sitting down. "Enid tire you out?"

"The phone calls did," Ovia sighed.

I sat down beside her, and she laid her head on my shoulders. I killed the cigarette against the grass, leaving the butt there. She sighed.

"I kind of don't want to leave this place."

"Really?" I questioned. "I don't want to stay here."

She laughed lightly. "Speaking of," she said, lifting her head, meeting my eyes again. "No plans?"

I shrugged. "So far, none."

Then a bright smile filled her lips. "Great. Mamma asked if you're coming with and I said yes."

She what? Ovia said what?

"Huh," I frowned.

She smiled brighter. "Just one break, for now."

I laughed. "No way out of this, right?"

"Correct," she smiled.

I leaned forward, my lips meeting hers. She melted completely, and I felt her weaken. I lift my one hand to the side of her face, pulling her more upward, feeling her cold skin. I tasted strawberries as my tongue slipped over hers.

She moved onto my lap, her legs beside mine. I pulled her closer by the waist, pulling her face closer to mine.

This was right. This was home. She was my home. And this would most certainly not me ephemeral - and yes I fucking googled the dammed word!

~ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 <<<3