- What if 𝙉atalia can't
accept getting things
thrown at her anymore?
ᶜˡᵃʸ ʲᵉⁿˢᵉⁿ
𝙉atalia 𝘽exley was an ordinary girl. Her grades were good and she had good friends. The girl had never experienced anything b...
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NATALIA HAD BEEN doing some self reflection. She played a lot of roles in everything that had happened. The wicked butterfly effect that went on would forever affect her for life. Every time she did something selfishly, or something she knew was wrong she'd think about how it'd affect that person.
She was a changed woman, but not she was ridden with anxiety. The girl literally sat on her bed, chewing her fingernails as Grown Ups played on her TV.
A knock on her bedroom door startled her, but when the door opened, it was just Clay.
"This is an interesting image," Clay chuckled as he walked in. He felt himself deflate as he stepped over a pillow she chucked there earlier. "Your mom let me in. She was heading out."
"Yeah. She has the night shift," Natalia responded, pulling a pillow to her chest. "What are you doing here so late?"
"I just wanted to see what you were doing. You missed school again," Clay said sitting down at the foot of her bed, awkwardly.
"You have something to tell me," Natalia observed and Clay rolled his eyes, looking to her. "Go on."
Clay sighed at his transparency and Natalia's knack for reading the spaces in between. She usually receives the bulk of Clay's personality so over time she naturally notices things about him, like when he needed to get things off of his chest.
"Mrs Baker, she's in town," Clay told her. She nodded, setting the pillow in her lap beside her. He furrowed his eyebrows at her knowing look. "You already knew?"
"I suspected," The girl responded weakly. Clay was always someone who needed a full explanation and at this moment, he somehow knew he wouldn't get one.
"How? You never leave your room anymore. It's like you're the shell of the person I used to know," said Clay with frustration. He stood from the edge of her bed as she curled into herself. "Come on. Say something, Nat."
Her now glossy eyes couldn't meet Clay's gaze anymore. She stared at the ground with despair, desperate to let it all out. She couldn't.
From all of the neglect she'd been doing to her own body, Natalia was exhausted. Her under eyes were purple, her gaze serious as ever as she stood.
Gently, she cupped Clay's face. She held him like her prized possession, finally meeting his hard gaze. Her warm lips pressed against his cheek.
Stepping back, she muttered, "Get out, Clay."
He huffed at her brash tone. She sounded almost condescending. This isn't how he wanted things to be with her, rocky and jagged. Clay stood his ground. Gripping to the ledge.
"Natalia, come on," he urged.
"Out!" she demanded. He listened this time ridding himself out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Natalia through the pillow that lay below her at the door.
The girl clambered back on top of her bed letting out a small sob. This was her fault. All of it, right? This was all her.
It had only been a couple minutes. She picked up her phone and sighed when she seen Clay's face pop up on it. A call. She could hear the slight hums of his phone on the other side of the door. A strange sad yet relieved feeling washed over her.
She tossed it to the side and got up, walking over to the door, ripping it open to find him standing there.
He reached out to brush away her tears with his thumbs.
"We need to help each other," Clay whispered between the distance.
Natalia nodded and grabbed his hand. She got into her bed, Clay following right behind her. He got in behind her, spooning her. He kissed her shoulder causing her to shuffle closer to him.
"I'm sorry for everything," she whispered.
"It's not your fault, Nat," he replied, resting his hand on her waist.
She grabbed his warm hands and wrapped them around her, taking in his warmth and comfort. God knows they both needed this. Especially in this moment.
The pair basked in their own presence of one another. It felt so good being so close, something they haven't experienced in a long time. Natalia didn't have much to hold on for anymore, but this changed something.
She began to have hope. Hope things would work out. With them, with everything.
