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P.O.V Angelina
Three days had gone by, and Nicolas hadn't said a word to me. It seemed like he was purposefully avoiding me, which I guess was for the best. After that night I don't think I could handle even looking at him.
At night I was tormented by my thoughts. What should I do? How to get out of here? That last thought tormented me more than anything. Because escaping this time is going to be much harder than last time.
At night, my mind was in turmoil. What's the next step? How to get out of here? That last question haunted me, causing more distress than anything else. Escaping this time felt like a challenge compared to before, last time was easier, since they 'trusted' me but now they don't.
Throughout the night, my thoughts tormented me, leading me in and out of a restless state. Sleep offered temporary respite, only to plunge me into nightmares, while wakefulness brought a barrage of troubling thoughts, creating a relentless cycle of mental anguish.
The lack of sleep made me delirious and feverish which made Vera concerned.
During these past three days, Vera had been my company, filling the hours with her comforting presence, even when the days when I couldn't even get off the bed. With her by my side, the days seemed a little less depressing, and the burden a bit lighter. Having a someone like Vera was a true blessing during these trying times.
Vera wasn't here at the moment and I was beginning to think that she wasn't going to show, it was getting pretty late now.
My thirsty throat begged for water while my empty stomach grumbled. Normally Vera would bring up lunch for me since I refused to go downstairs unless no one was there.
Groaning, I put my cold hand on my forehead, trying futilely to lower my feverish temperature. Still burning hot and feeling uncomfortable in my body, I gazed at the clock once again before heading to the door.
Dinner had passed a while ago, so I was sure no one would be downstairs, and I was right. When I made it downstairs no one was there it was empty.
As I walked into the kitchen and took a sip of water, a sudden feeling that I wasn't alone gripped me, as I turned around. There he was, standing right in front of you, his presence scaring me.
There was no point in avoiding him anymore. It's his goddamn house.
"Can we talk in my office." Nicolas stepped aside for me to pass, "I have..." he paused, "I have something to tell you."
The tone in his voice made it clear that it wasn't a question, I'd been avoiding him for way too long and I think he's had enough.
"You can tell me here," I said, giving up. .
I was tired of all this, avoiding the conversation wouldn't resolve anything. So I will talk to him, but there is no way I'm going to his office.
"Okay." Instead of arguing, Nicolas walked more into the kitchen.
For a moment he just stared at me. Deep down I was scared, scared of what he was going to say, scared of what I was going to say, but I couldn't show that.
"Listen, I messed up, okay? Really, really bad. I never meant to hurt you," he confesses, his voice tinged with regret. The weight of his words hangs heavy on my chest. "A year ago, everything was different. I wouldn't have pictured myself like this, And now that I look back, I have realized that a year can do a lot to a person. And I realized that I..."
No. Don't say it!
"I love you."
There it was. Three words, three syllables and eights letters.
It was the same three words I'd told him that night, the same three words I wanted to hear that night. But right now, it was too late.
I didn't know what to say, what to tell him and I was afraid of even word that is about to fall out of my mouth. Eventually I stuck with the easiest answer, the same answer he told me that night.
"You can't."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ July 4th - idk about this anymore! Thanks For Reading! Vote?
