The Chance

44 || Don't Freak Out On Me

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I Think I'm In Love - Kat Dahlia
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Evie

Sleeping through the night has never been a problem for me, ever.

Unless the heater was to one day go out and I was left freezing my ass off, then yes, I'd say that's the only time I've ever struggled to sleep.

But tonight was different. Despite getting a few hours of rest my mind was racing half the time, my dreams mirroring the events of last night.

I feel horrible.

Seeing Alex hurt like that killed me. He's the last person I know who deserves to be in that situation.

The. Last.

I would've never expected last night to go where it went if he decided to not open up. I thought it might've been his own self-critiques, how much he didn't like how he played.

Not anything remotely to do with his parents.

He does a good job at hiding it.

But that, as much as he does it to protect himself, worries me. I don't know anyone who's been able to bottle up all those emotions for that long. Clearly it was tearing at him for a while and eventually it all just caught up to him.

To dull the unwanted feelings in my brain I shift myself back a little under the covers expecting Alex to be there, waiting to cuddle against me. But when I move and all I feel is comforter, I groggily sit up.

Only to find that he's not there.

A nauseating feeling pits itself in the bottom of my stomach as I try to wake myself up. I wearily get out of bed and open the door into the hallway.

The floorboards creak beneath me as I check the bathroom, "Alex?" I knock but get no response. The lights aren't on anywhere so I continue walking towards the kitchen. Empty.

The porch lights shine from outside, yet blur in my vision as I try to adjust my eyes.

Opening the door, the cold outside breeze hits me squarely, making me shiver. I cautiously step out before looking to my left and seeing a figure I know all too well.

His forearms are leaned across the porch railing, his back is to me as I quietly make my way up to him. Though, I know he's heard me once the screen door squeaks shut.

He doesn't turn around so I slip in front of him, planting myself in between his arms with the railing at my back. "Are you okay?" I ask him softly, curling my hands over his shoulders.

He shakes his head slightly, "Couldn't sleep."

Alex's tired eyes dip down to mine while his left arm pulls my back off the railing. My arms lower from his shoulders before slipping around his back and embracing him warmly.

Even though I'm anything but. It's freezing out here.

"Tell me what you wanna do." I voice into the cool December air. At this point, if he's standing out here in the cold alone he's past trying to go to sleep. I pull back a little, "What can I do?" I repeat.

Alex shakes his head again, "Nothing—" he takes that back. "I don't know Evie."

He sounds lost, frustrated, confused. "What do you usually do when you're upset?" I calmly speak back to him.

"I skate," he tells me. "But that's not—"

"Okay then, we'll skate." I reply back.

"It's almost four in the morning Evie," he objects but I just shake my head.