Inter-Crisis

O.H.

*Felix's POV*

Good god, that was horrifying.
Last night I had a little...fight?
I guess you can call it that.
But it was with Marzia,and I don't know why I am so afraid.
She is hiding something from me.

I don't want her to be afraid.
I have the fear of letting her hide from this.
She can tell me all she wants to,and I won't be cross.
Just please.
Marzia.
Help me out here.

I think as I look at her in the white sheets and the sun shines through the curtains of the two windows in the room,leading to a small balcony looking out to the terrain of the hotel.

She wore pastel green pajamas and her hair was tucked back into a loose ponytail with a pastel green hair ribbon.

The alarm clock goes off,and Marzia rises from the sheets,scratching her head,and rubbing her eyes.

"Morning,"

She says,and gets out of bed.

"Sleep well?"

I ask,she turns over,looking lost in thought.
She takes a couple seconds as the room gets brighter with sun and all you can hear is the mini fan blowing in the room,to think about my question.

"Oh,yeah..."

She looks at me,and I stare back,confused to what she's hiding.

"I had a bad dream,"

She says with an exasperated expression,and we stare for a second.
We burst out laughing at each others faces.

She pulls out her green hair-ribbon,and walks to the mini kitchen island to get a cup of Jo from the coffee machine.

"There was a big dog that looked like puga-chan chasing me across the street."

I laughed. She's so cute when she describes those little stories to me.
Oh shit.
I forgot to ask.

"Hey,uh,Marzia?"

I ask.

"Yeah?"

"I am going to ask you a question,"

"Go ahead,"

"Anything?"

"Yeah,anything,"

My heart races.
I have been wondering this for what seemed like years.

"What does O.H. stand for?"

She looked so startled,like she'd just seen a ghost.

"Well,see,Felix,I-"

"No, I asked you a question, and you said anything. Tell me."

I walk to the kitchen,and a tear runs down her cheek.

"Now I know this is more than a personal note,"

I say,and a wrap my arm around her.

"I won't get mad at you,it is okay,"

She wiped her tears,and she hiccuped,

"You p-promise you won't tell anyone?"

She cried harder. I sat her down on the counter and she looked into her lap,her silky sweatpants had small tear stains on them.

"Why would I?"

I said,reasurringly.

"I promise you"

She took a few seconds to calm down.
It had taken her almost forever to do so,so I decided to leave her alone for a minute.

"Should I give you a second to calm down?"

She nodded.

I walked out of the kitchen with a travel cup of coffee,and stepped out into the balcony,mixed emotions.

I feel good.
I know that she is now letting this out.
But I am so worried.
And I feel bad.
What if this is a family issue?
What if it is personal?
What if I am just irking a secret out of her?

It probably was just a note,but...
If it was,then why was she crying?

It had been around ten minutes and she came out to the balcony,
her face stained in tears.

"I...."

"I am ready."

She sat down on one of the wooden weaves chairs by the small coffee table beside me.
This.
Is.
Nerve wrecking.

She breathed in and out,and she took so long to get it out.

"So,I had a friend a long time ago,his name was Oliver Haggor. Oliver had never been a rough person to me, he was the guy that you would tell anything to,and it seemed like he had been through it with you."

Okay...Marzia...get to the point.

"We had separated due to me leaving my hometown sometime during my teens.
We lost touch,and I moved on.
But he didn't."

She started to tear up again,and I moved my chair closer to hers,putting my arm around her.

"O-O-Oliver Haggor has...."

She whimpered and looked away.
I was afraid.
Whatever that Oliver Haggor has set up for my girlfriend I want to make sure doesn't happen.

"It's okay,take your time,"

"OLIVER HAGGOR HAS SENTENCED A DEATH THREAT!"

She yelled,and cried.
Well fuck.
But who?

"Who was it Marzia?"

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table,and I looked at the message.

It was a message from Oliver.
My girlfriend has been given a death threat.

A/N
Hey guys, SO THIS PART WAS SUPER SCARY FOR ME TO WRITE.
But now, you know only part of what O.H. Means. There is so much more.
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~MyMiniPhandom