The Archer - Ona Batlle

What Would Become Of Us?

Charlotte's POV

"What did you wish for?" I heard someone ask from behind me, their lips so close to the nape of my neck that the cool air from their breath made every hair on my body stand to attention. 

For the past hour or so I'd found myself with Jana and Aitana, I didn't quite understand how I'd ended up with them, my mind felt like it had glitched and half the night had disappeared from existence in my memories. 

I slowly turned around to see Ona, a smirk fell upon my face, "Well if I told you it wouldn't come true."

She frowned, "I won't tell anyone that you told."

I furrowed my eyebrows, not able to hear her over the music, "Even if I could hear you, the answer is still no!" I shouted, leaning closer towards the brunette.

Ona didn't back away, in fact she didn't move at all though I could tell she hadn't frozen, the thoughts clearly spiraled in her mind, her eyes carefully trailing my face. Just like before, I could feel the coldness of her breath on my skin, my eyes widening and my stomach tangled itself into a thousand knots. I didn't understand what was happening. 

Just at that very moment my phone began to ring, vibrating in my pocket. I quickly took a step away from the brunette, stumbling into Jana's back, to which I let out a quiet sorry as I pulled my phone out, afraid to even look in Ona's direction for I could already feel her eyes set on me.

The name that appeared on my phone was one I hadn't planned to see tonight. Louis. 

"Do you need to get that?" Ona asked. 

I looked up at her, my thoughts tearing me apart, "No," I decided, letting the call ring to my voicemail. I could call him tomorrow, he wouldn't be able to hear me anyway and I didn't want to receive a lecture for getting into this state of inebriation. 

"It's hot in here," Ona said, I couldn't read the expression on her face, for every time my eyes finally focused on her features, the lights would flash and she'd be lost to me. 

I gulped, brushing a hand through my hair, "si," I agreed. 

Ona let out a short laugh, she looked to the side, I followed her line of vision to see the door. "Do you want to get some air?"

I looked down to the hand she'd extended, but would I take it? I didn't even know the answer to that myself until I looked up at Ona, my eyes falling into the trap of hers even if I could barely see the light within them. My hand found its way into hers, it was a perfect fit as if they'd been molded for one another. And one another only. 

Ona led me towards the door, the cold air hit my face and I could barely breathe. It wasn't freezing in Spain, but anything would have seemed cool in contrast to the heat built up inside that club. Though as I looked down, seeing our hands were still intertwined, outside seemed to warm up by a degree or two. 

"The beach is just down there," My voice had a sudden fragility to it. 

Ona nodded, leading the pair of us down to the beach where we sat down in the sand, staring up at the stars above. We fell into a delicate silence, it wasn't awkward though nor was it comfortable.
But I found myself lost in the sky, forgetting about this world because of my adoration for the world above. I could never understand how the stars were so beautiful, I could never understand the affiliation I felt with them. I didn't read about astrology, nor was I interested in physics, but I felt like the stars spoke to me, it felt like we had an understanding. A beautifully tragic understanding.

"Why do you like the stars so much Char?" I heard the quiet question from besides me.

I turned to look at her, there were thousands of reasons but only one seemed true in that moment, "I think they've always led me to somewhere I belong, they know me better than I know myself."