The War.

Chapter 20: Hurt and Healing.

⚠️ TW FOR MENTION OF EATING DISORDER AND MENTION OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE ⚠️

please proceed w caution as this is also quite sad (i can't deal w happy chapters i need ANGST. )

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Mia's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each breath as Marjorie's words echoed in her mind. Her eyes bore into Marjorie, filled with a mix of anger and confusion. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Mia's voice was low, but the tension in each word was unmistakable.

Marjorie shrugged, rolling her eyes. "You heard," she replied, her voice cold and dismissive, as if her hurtful comment was nothing at all.

Mia stood there, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. Her chest tightened, and she felt a sting of tears threatening to spill. Unable to find the words, she turned on her heel and darted out of the room, hurt and frustration driving her forward. Her footsteps echoed down the corridor, and she raced up the stairs to her room, slamming the door shut behind her with a force that shook the walls.

Inside, she leaned against the door, trying to steady her breathing, the sting of Marjorie's words still ringing in her ears.

Charlotte hesitated for a second, but then quickly followed Mia, her heart pounding. She couldn't stand to see Mia so hurt. She was desperate to comfort Mia;

her love,

her sweetheart.

"Amelia!" Charlotte called out as Mia stormed down the hallway. Her voice was filled with urgency, but Mia didn't stop or even turn around. She kept moving, her pace quick and determined, her thoughts too tangled and frantic to even hear Charlotte. Moments later, the door slammed shut, leaving Charlotte at the bottom of the stairs, her heart heavy with worry.

Charlotte knocked softly on the door, listening closely for any response. She could hear Mia's muffled voice, tense with frustration: "Go away."

Charlotte took a deep breath, knowing Mia probably didn't realize it was her. "Amelia, it's me," she said gently. "Can I come in?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading, hoping to break through Mia's hurt.

She waited, the silence pressing down on her, but there was no answer. Just a heavy, lingering quiet.

Charlotte carefully pushed the door open, stepping inside with a soft call, "Amelia?" Her voice was gentle, barely louder than a whisper.

Mia sat on the edge of the bed, her back turned, staring out the window at the swirling blizzard outside. Her breathing was heavy, each inhale shaky as she tried to keep her sobs at bay, her shoulders tense with the effort of holding it all in. Charlotte could see the faint tremor in Mia's frame, the struggle to keep from breaking apart.

"I'm so sorry, Amelia," Charlotte said softly, sitting down beside her. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on Mia's shoulder.

"Out of all the things she could've said," Mia murmured, her voice barely audible through the tears. Her gaze remained fixed on the storm outside, as if seeking solace in the chaotic snow.