𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, they say. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, they whisper.
These words did not reach Evangeline's ears when she decides to sneak out of the house one night.
Being locked up...
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What was Henry doing? Is he okay? Is he alive? Is he injured? Do I wanna see him again? How would I react if I saw him again? Would I hug him? Would I slap him? Will I ignore him?
There were so many questions in my head and they were so loud, not even the music in my ears was able to stop them.
Should I call him Henry or Miro? To me, he was still Henry. The same Henry who would sleep next to me, the same Henry I texted with, the same Henry who brought me Tangled band-aid, the same Henry who was by my side when I truly needed it.
I never met Miro. Miro didn't exist to me. It was just a name that his mother wanted to call him. Miro wasn't sweet to me, Miro didn't make me laugh, Miro wasn't kind to me, Miro didn't buy me a Rapunzel bracelet and Miro didn't make me love him.
But Henry and Miro are the same person so how could I hate one another?
This question haunts my thoughts for so long and I can't seem to have an answer to it.
It's been three weeks and I've heard nothing about him. Not from the news, not from his friends or himself. I didn't know anything about Henry once again.
As much as I hated it, worry took over me. What if someone who wanted revenge came after him? What if he did his job and now he's hurt? What if he got in a car accident? What if the police caught him? What if, what if, what if.
I kept staring at the messages I sent him.
8 January 2024 henry 🎭😭 answer me, you idiot! how could you leave like that? how could you leave me? sent 3:09pm you are a coward! answer me and talk to me! sent 3:15pm you idiot! sent 3:20pm
10 January 2024 are you ok? at least tell me you're alive and i'll leave you alone. but please just answer me. 2:09am you know what? i don't care. you're not part of my life anymore so do whatever you want. 2:10am i lied. please tell me you're ok. 2:10pm
I closed the phone before tears fell on it.
He didn't even read them. He didn't even bother opening them. Does he even have the same number? But he could have at least texted me and said "I'm okay" and I would have been happy.
But he doesn't care that much about me and I need to lower my hopes because it's only hurting me more.
Today I managed to sleep in something else besides his clothes. It was hard not thinking about him when his perfume was all I could smell. But it was a comforting smell I felt for two weeks every night.
I tried not thinking about how a few weeks ago I was in his arms and now he's only in my head.
Just how fast things are changing, right? At first, I was scared of him. Then I wanted to be his friend. Then I became his friend. Then we started to get close. Then I caught feelings. Then we kissed and then he broke my trust.
