"Amid secrets, desires, and shadows, love finds its brightest glow in the darkest hours."
she was the girl who wore moonlight, searching for herself in a world full of shadows, he was the boy with a hidden heart, drawn to her light. Together, they'l...
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The Mustang's engine went quiet as I killed the ignition. The soft glow from the dashboard lights illuminated her face, and i let out a long breath. Maha Emerald, the girl who could drive anyone insane just by breathing. The girl I'd sworn i hated more times than I could count.
I hate her I hate her I fucking hate her.
And yet, here I was.
I glanced at her again, her head resting limply against the window, her hair falling in soft waves around her face. She looked... fragile, almost. A stark contrast to the firestorm she was when conscious.
Shaking my head, i pulled open the door and stepped out, the cool night air biting at my skin. The place was eerily quite, except for the rustle of leaves in the wind. I rounded the car and opened the passenger door.
"Alright, Emerald," I muttered, sliding an arm under her legs and another behind her back. "
I grunted as I lifted her. "I swear, you're a pain in my ass," I said through clenched teeth, trying to get a grip on her. "Not sure if I'm saving you or making my life worse."
I carried her toward the house. The place wasn't much, just an old, forgotten structure that had weathered time and elements, standing as a silent witness to things best left behind.
Inside, there was an old chair near the wall, battered but steady enough. I lowered her onto a worn—out couch next to it, my arms stiff as I let her go. Her head lolled to the side, i yanked off my jacket and tossed it over her, making sure it covered her completely.
"Don't get any ideas," i grumbled. "This isn't me being nice. Just making sure you don't freeze to death on me."
She didn't respond, of course. If anything, her head titled further to the side, and I was almost sure she was smiling in her sleep. That, or I was loosing my mind.
I shook my head, taking a step back and sinking into the chair nearby. My body ached with exhaustion, the adrenaline of the night finally wearing off. I rested my elbows on my knees, my hands clasped in front of me as I stared at her.
I could've taken her home and ended this mess right there. But I didn't. Why? Hell if I know. All I know is that i couldn't risk it. What would her aunt think if she saw her like this? In that dress, fainted, smelling like she drowned herself herself in a bottle of liquor? It would've been chaos, and somehow, i didn't want that for her. So, i brought her here instead. Maybe in the morning, we'll figure it out.
But damn it, why did I even challenge her in the first place? Why couldn't i just keep my stupid mouth shut?
Every instinct in me screamed to leave. To get up, walk away, and pretend none of this had happened. But my legs felt like lead, and my eyes refused to stay open any longer.
