"Do you ever make it out of your head? Do you still swim in your thoughts?"
Angel - Halle Bailey
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TW: Mentions of rape, death, and abuse. Please take care of yourselves and always watch out. Have a good company of friends you can trust!
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I hear him suck in a breath, but I can't see his expression because my eyes are closed shut.
Tight.
"Amelia, open your eyes." He says.
I shake my head violently, not wanting to see the reaction on his face.
"London." He says in a much softer tone, as if he were talking to a baby.
"I can't bear to see the look on your face if I do." I say.
"Look of what?" He asks, sounding genuinely confused.
"Disgust. Disappointment. Sympathy. I hate sympathy." I state.
"Amelia. London. Amore, please open your eyes." He all but pleads, and I can hear how desperate he is for me to do so.
I do, and all I'm met with is his worried face. When he sees me face, he gives me a smile.
"You're in no way a disappointment. What happened to you was not in your power, nor could you have stopped it." He says, then pulls me into a hug again.
"No, it is. If I hadn't gotten drunk, it would've neve-"
He cuts me off. "No, it's the fault of whoever raped you. Taking advantage of a drunk and innocent girl. That's illegal."
"There's nothing I can do about it." I say simply.
"When -" He hesitates. "When did it happen?"
"It's going to be five years as of December." I say.
