5. Eleonore

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I felt the impact.

The other car was speeding. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I actually don't remember what happened.

Doc said I lost consciousness. Or maybe my brain was so traumatised that it blocked the souvenirs.

I just don't get it. I can't even think about everything I lost. Admitting it would be too much. I do not have what it takes to survive.

I don't get why the moon goddess would have me suffering like that.

I want to scream to the unfairness. I want to shout to the moon, make her feel my torture. My wounds. The ones she faited me to.






"Oh... sorry, wrong room."

As I lifted my eyes, I saw a young man. He was not the tallest, but he clearly had a head more than me. His dark hair cut short, his tanned skin... omg he's hurt!

"Hey, wait. Are you ok?" I asked him with a voice that seemed to be begging him.

He looked at me, looked at my leg, and his eyes trailed my body, seeing every injury I had gotten.


He finally smirked.

" Well, you are one to be asking..."
I felt my cheeks blushing as I was in no shape to be preoccupied for others. "Yes, I am ok. I just got injured a little. It's not as bad as my father, though. I am really sorry, I was actually looking for his room and opened yours."

I don't know why, but my curiosity was too strong, and words slipped my mouth.


"What happened?" My eyes were looking at him so intensly, I saw the water filling his eyes. "Oh no, sweet boy! Come! Come take a seat and please don't feel bad!"

He stiffened and looked at me like someone who's lost in the sea trying to find land.

I saw him taking a few steps forward as I patted the bed, letting him a space to be sitting. He hesitated. I could feel he was uncomfortable. But I think I would be too. A complete stranger trying to crack you open... yeah, maybe I could be less intense.

"What do you want to know?" His voice was harsh, but I could sense the pain behind it.

"Listen, I lost everything yesterday. Even myself... so if we could just talk a little, it could help me ease the pain that I feel. I kinda just need a friend." His eyes were staring, and I felt completely stupid.

I mean, I don't know the guy. He seems hurt, and here I am, asking him to ease my own pain...

I still don't understand why he didn't leave running.

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