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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Five days.
It's been five days since Rhys, Ostin and I returned from Hemfield. My parents have been blowing my phone and I have been gladly ignoring them. And it's been a pure bliss.
Ari and I are glued to each other every minute of every day, both of us in desperate need to feel the presence of the other as close as possible, which is a feeling I have never experienced before him.
He is all I think about, his cinnamon eyes always there to fog my mind, his body pressed against mine, his voice, his words...
My Girl.
I could never get enough of those words.
"Shit," I hiss when my body was seconds away from face planting against the ice, the skate digging into the hard surface of the rink in the wrong time during my spin.
"That was close," Raya chuckles from the side of the rink, attentively watching me train like she begged me to for a million times. I snort and start my routine again, a cold shiver running down my spine to envelop my body in the freezing cold of the ice. All while a little pain in my stomach lingers around like a shadow.
But as I continue to train, the pain in my stomach gradually intensifies to the point where I am firmly clutching it at the end of my Lutz, my vision blurry.
I barely hear Raya shout my name, worry in her tone, as I get on my knees to take a few breaths in. In what feels like a second, she is next to me, slipping in the ice due to her shoes, but she couldn't care less. Her arms sneaks around my waist to lift me up from the shiver cold ice, as she drags me towards the exit of the rink. I lay unresponsive in her embrace.
A few of her words catch my attention as she speaks when she drops me on the wooden bench, the air slowly entering my lungs as the pain fades. Her burning gaze bores into my head that is dropped in between my arms and rests of my lap.
"You have to see a doctor, Lili," she mutters and for once I think that following her advice might be wise. "This isn't the first time, that damn scar is up to nothing good I am telling you."
Slowly I shake my head as she brings up the scar that crosses my stomach, one I have told her about when the pain strikes started again. "I know," I breath out, grabbing my jacket to cover myself up as frustration creeps its way into my mind again.
"Just... don't tell any of the guys, Ray. I mean it." She rolls her eyes, unwilling to give in, but I don't give her a choice. "I don't need them to worry when they have the semi-finals right around the corner. Don't. Tell. Rhys. I am handling it, got it ?"
Her bossy personality is on the edge of blowing right up in my face, but as I let out another shaky breath from the pain, she manages to push through it and listen to me.
