❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ❞ | mature
Too many arguments too much tears, they foreseed how it will end. Their break up was a mutual agreement and so was what came after.
Six months afte...
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Chapter number 30!
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Her head throbbed painfully, and her body felt as if it had atrophied. She found it difficult to determine whether she had lost her vision or simply hadn't opened her eyes yet but both possibilities were incorrect; her eyes were open, and she could see properly, she just wasn't prepared for the darkness.
The sun had vanished completely, and the sky had turned pitch black. Without city lights to soften the intensity, it felt as if the vast, dark sky could swallow her whole. She blinked a few times, which worsened her headache but sharpened her vision. Small stars adorned the sky, the smallest and most common form of beauty she had missed, making her waste precious minutes gazing at them.
She lay under a tree that likely broke her fall down the slope. As long as she stayed still, she noticed more details, like how the silhouettes of the branches and leaves framed the firmament, making her realize the sky wasn't as dark as she had believed. The silhouettes were a much deeper shade of black. The moon and stars were concealed by the tree's branches, but their glow peeked through, making the sky pale in comparison and almost feel like they were being overrun. Emily found the sight terrifying, as if the woods were closing in on her, forming a sort of dome to cage her.
She pressed her wrists tightly against her eyes, trying to combat the pain that intensified with every moment she remained motionless. Her throat was dry, and every part of her body seemed to signal its suffering. Emily used her hand to retrieve the gun Aaron had tucked so securely into her pants; it felt like it had fused to her skin and hadn't moved during her fall. She let out a sigh of pain, pulled herself up, and immediately regretted it.
Still, she didn't fall back down. She bit her lip to stifle any sound, it was fortunate tears sliding down were soundless since that was something she still couldn't control. She reached for her hair when she felt the warm, thick fluid dripping down her forehead and into her eye. She was bleeding from her head but had no idea how bad it was, the warmth was all over her palm and fingers, her hand covered in it even with the lightest touch, the shortest contact it made with her head.
She cried as she climbed back up the slope, but she was beyond feeling sad or scared; she was furious. The same areas of her body that burned with pain were now ignited with rage with each step, reminding her that it was Aaron who had so foolishly caused this, who had chosen to play the hero.
It was already night, and Emily couldn't help but be terrified that he had succeeded in being a bait; he could be dead by now, thrown lifelessly down a slope like the one she was struggling to ascend. What an irrational decision! What had he been thinking? Did he believe she wouldn't wander around until she found him? God, she was never going to let him live this down when she saw him again.
She stopped halfway up when the blood flowing from her head reached her eye. She tucked the gun into her jeans, this time on the opposite side, and crossed her arms over her forehead, ruining the path the blood had taken straight to her eyes. Emily ceased to feel pain beneath her feet; she didn't want to worry about it. She simply appreciated the relief and continued walking, her body complaining as if it felt to be going on for forever. Falling had felt much quicker.
