Forever Yours, Ada.

-Chapter 17-

(You guys aren't going to listen but anyways, there is a kinda 17+ scene in here)

Ada's POV:

My head pounded like a drum, a relentless rhythm that threatened to shatter my skull. Nausea surged through me, a sickly wave that forced me out of bed and into the bathroom. The tiles swam before my eyes as I stumbled towards the toilet, the sickly bitter smell of bile rising in my throat. The sound of retching echoed through the small space, followed by the clinking of the toilet handle and the rush of running water.

After brushing my mouth clean and removing the lingering odour, I returned to the room and flopped onto the bed. Closing my eyes, my senses were lulled into a calm lull by a familiar scent. I opened my eyes, expecting to see the plain white ceiling of my bedroom. Instead, I was greeted by a vast expanse of olive green, sprinkled with twinkling stars. A shiver ran down my spine. This was no ordinary hallucination.

Since when did my condo have an olive colour scheme?

I jerked up to sit straight. I looked around quickly to assess the situation, murmuring, "This is not my place." Glancing down at my clothes, I almost screamed, the white dress I wore was not mine. It was a size too big for me, nearly Isra's size.

A cacophony of alarms assaulted my senses, jolting me awake and urging me to escape this situation. My eyes darted around trying to find my clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen. I was still fumbling around when a set of footsteps approached the room.

A cold dread settled in my stomach as I conceded my clothes were gone. I frantically searched the floor, under the bed, and even in the bathroom, but they were nowhere to be found. The door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the bright hallway light. My heart pounded in my chest as the stranger stepped into the room. She appeared to be in her late fifties, she gave me a beaming smile, "Oh, deary! You're awake!"

Her endearment calmed me down, a sense of warmth enveloping me. "Um... Where am I, ma'am?" I asked, my voice a bit bewildered.

She laughed and pushed a trolley in front of her. "Why, hello there, Aysel. My name is Agnes, and I've been Aidan's helper since childhood."

I toppled back onto the mattress. The soft comfort of the mattress was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me.

Fragments of the night flashed before my eyes, a disjointed montage of the hallway, the clinking of glasses at the bar, and the familiar weight of Aidan's arm around me in the car. And then... a jolt of realisation hit me. I had almost kissed him. My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat of disbelief and horror. How could I have been so stupid, so reckless? I pulled the pillow over my face and screeched, "URGHHH! WHY!?"

Agnes only laughed, "Oh, this reminds me of my good ol' days!" She sat on the bed beside her and gently patted my shoulder, "How about you freshen up and we'll have some breakfast, Deary?"

Before leaving, she served me the tastiest French toast and Greek yoghurt with blueberries and granola.

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[A few hours ago, on the other side of the city, at El Dorado's football ground]

Aidan whistled cheerfully as he walked towards the ground with Jay and the others. The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of fresh dew. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground.

"Sai, It's 7 in the morning," Jay grumbled beside me, his voice a mix of exasperation and sleepiness. "I had a late shift yesterday. Why are we here to play this early?"