Fuck. Why now? Why her? Of all the people in this damn world, it had to be Heather. Was I the unluckiest person alive? And what was she even doing here? Was I hallucinating? I couldn't let her see me like this.
"No, no, no..." I muttered. "You're not really here, okaaay?"
Heather frowned and knelt in front of me.
"Are you okey?" There was a hint of concern in her voice.
"I said you're not here. Just pretend I'm a ghost. Not that hard."
"Are you drunk?" She took my wrist and flipped it over, pressing our Reg Bracelets together. After a quick beep, she released my hand and checked her bracelet.
"Whoa. You're more alcohol than human." She said, glancing at whatever result showed up on her bracelet.
"And you needed that thing to tell you?"
She rolled her eyes, holding back whatever remark was on the tip of her tongue. I guess she decided it wasn't worth it. I buried my face in my hands as I felt my brain melting into lava.
"Where are Kate and the rest?" She looked around hopeful to see them.
"I don't know. I lost them, or they lost me. Can't really tell. But don't worry; I know my way back."
I attempted to stand up, and I say attempted because at the slightest move, my head became a tornado, and the only thing I managed was a few pathetic, clumsy steps in a zigzag. Heather instinctively held me.
"There's no way you can go back on your own." She said as a matter of fact.
Suddenly another female voice, unfamiliar to me, joined the conversation.
"Is everything okay?" From a door three meters inside the alley, a woman with red hair stuck her head out and directed her words to Heather. They seemed to know each other.
"Yes, no worries, I got it." Heather said, gesturing that she didn't need any assistance. The woman nodded and closed the door.
"Come on. Let's go." Heather said passing an arm around my back to help me stand up.
"I'm fine. I don't need a nanny." I tried to pull away, but she held me firmly.
"Trust me, I have no intention of being your nanny. But I'm also not about to let a junior Narval get into trouble this soon, that would just drag me into it too."
"Oh, sure. For a second, I thought you were worried about me. Guess I'm just losing my mind."
Heather took a deep breath, as if trying once again to keep her cool, then totally ignoring my irritated remark, said, "This way."
We came out from the ally and crossed the crowded street to later join another even darker alley.
"The transit capsules aren't this way." I said as I noticed we were getting farther from the only area of the city I knew.
"I came in with my Narval airship, it's just a few blocks from here." She said.
"Oh. Right." Was she too delicate for the transit capsules? I wondered. She didn't seem to be when she slammed me down the day I crossed the border.
We walked in silence for what seemed like an eternity, and not for a single second in that eternity did Heather stop holding me tightly. Maybe a bit too tight, almost as if I were a prisoner who might bolt at any moment. Lasting effects of her job, I supposed.
Maybe it was because my mind was still a blur but when I covertly glanced at Heather I noticed something different about her. Her usual serious expression was there (of course) but her hair was loose, flowing over her shoulders, dancing with the wind in a mesmerizing way. I hadn't noticed the beauty of its natural waves before, she usually kept her hair braided. What occasion had made her let it down tonight?
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Romance[2024 WATTYS WINNER] Grace had no idea what she would find on the other side of the wall when the gates opened. Even less so that they wouldn't let her brother cross. Why? A blue-eyed and fierce commander, named Heather, holds the answer. She closed...
