𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩

𝟏𝟑 || 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Aldric

Leaving the bench, with the finished book, all I can think about is Estelle.

She was so fucking insensitive at the café, doesn't that girl ever think twice before just saying shit?

As I was leaving, I thought I could hear her crying but honestly I don't fucking care. Nobody says shit about my parents and deserves my care.

It's been a whole week and as she is the only thing on my mind. It's almost like I can hear her in my head. I just want to shut my brain down. All I want to do is hurt her, and her voice won't go away.

As I walk away, the voice gets louder, and I can make out what it's saying. Liam?

Right when I realize that it's real, I run into a frantic Estelle that sprints right past me to the bench. She is shivering out of her mind and breathing heavily. Did she run here?

About to ask her what she's running from, she glances up at me and then passes out. I reach down to check her heartbeat, and it's fucking beating out of her chest.

Without another thought I grab her in my arms and start to run.

What did you do.
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Checking my watch, I realize that it has officially been eight hours. Eight whole hours and she still hasn't woken up.

Why was she screaming and crying so much before running into me?

I still don't know. And it's killing me inside. Did I do that?

She opened her eyes at one point when I was running and started crying while looking at me again.

I'm not sure why but it had a weird effect on me watching her cry. Like I thought that I was the reason behind it.

Her soft snores fill the silence, I look at her, my eyes landing on her hair.

Her soft looking hair, I didn't touch- but I kept looking. Looking so much I was afraid of what was going on.

Aldric was never afraid.

She shifts uncomfortably, her head falling off the pillow, and my hand instantly shoots under her head.

I try to adjust her head back onto the pillow, but she grabs my wrist slightly and softly hums while going back to her little dreamland.

I roll my eyes and look at the sunrise.

The doctor told me that she was severely dehydrated and hadn't eaten for days. I'm not sure what feeling passed through my brain when I had heard that.

We sit like this for hours, until I can't take the silence anymore.

"Estelle." I brush the hair off of her cheek. Her eyebrows furrow as she hums. "Ragazza matta.. wake up."

She grunts in response as she slowly opens her eyes.

"Hm?" She quickly sits up looking around. As her eyes land on me, her cheeks flush and she asks, "Aldric, what am I doing here?"