All Aurora ever wanted, was a new life.
A life, where she was able to escape her old world, run from her past self and... Dare I say, fall in love with someone good.
But... As we know, a new life still has its obstacles.
Especially, when it invol...
"She was addicted to her own depression... Maybe because it felt like it was the only thing that understood her." - Author.
*Aurora's POV*
I bite my lip nervously.
There's not a single thought running through my head right now... Yet, I feel everything all at once.
I'm still gripping tightly on a couple of doors, which I think are the main entrance to the school, and I don't even have anyone to help me out.
*Cough* like Atticus.
But, I think him and I both need a break from his angry hormones.
"You can't do a fucking thing, can you?" He asks, in a harsh tone and takes his helmet off.
And, then it's the way he looks at me.
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His eyes finally connect to mine and instantly... It's as if all the oxygen in my lungs is snatched away, causing me to lightly gasp and slowly lose the ability to breathe.
His grey eyes feel like they've burned a hole in my chest...
I glance around to see multiple cars and bikes parked on the side of me. A lot were black, blue and white... I guess, no one wants to be unique with their car paint.
Atticus's bike is in one of the spaces as well... But, distant and without him on it.
Well, he disappeared awfully quickly.
Could've at least told me the way in... Actually, he'd be like 'Ohhh Aurora, did you switch your eyeballs with painted ones?'
And, I would say... Nothing.
I look back at the doors.
Everything could go wrong once I enter... I could pee my pants... I could trip over my own feet... I could trip over someone else's feet and face-plant on the floor... I could do a lot of awkward things without even trying.
Is it too late to run and move to somewhere like Australia?
I sigh, forcing down my thoughts and I pull on the door anyway... But, it doesn't budge.
Okay... So, the first thing that can go wrong is that the doors won't open.
Great, is this a sign that I'm going to pee my pants, or trip people up? Or... Did Atticus drive me to another dimension where you have to open doors in a completely different way?
Actually, did we die and I'm in heave—
Yeah, that's definitely not right.
"It's push sweetheart." A male voice unexpectedly speaks from behind me, and in return, I shriek, nearly tripping to my death.
What is it with New Yorkers scaring the crap out of me?
The same guy laughs at my reaction and I turn my head to notice a genuine smile on his face.
