And I've Never Felt This Way Before (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 24 : Basorexia

I woke up the next morning feeling somewhat better. I actually had sufficient energy, and after I'd eaten breakfast with the Du Toit's I thanked them and left.

It was barely ten in the morning, but there was only one person I longed to see.

Casey.

I decided to head home and take a shower first, clean myself up before I saw her, and no less than an hour later, I was outside her front door.

I was greeted by a tired-looking Casey, in only one of my baggy band T-shirts, and her blonde hair hung in curls, draping over her shoulders. Even when she just woke up, she still managed to look beautiful.

"Kim." She whispered before jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and burying her head in the crook of my neck.

I didn't question it, and simply held her as close to me as humanly possible, clutching onto her as if my life depended on it.

"I missed you so much." I mumbled, kissing her forhead.

"It's only been two days." She chuckled, lifting her head to capture my lips with her own.

The kiss started off slow, sweet, but eventually progressed into a more desperate and needy gesture. As if her lips were the only thing keeping me grounded. Because, in all honesty, they were.

I never felt more at home than when I was with her, and the sheer thought of being with her like this made me happy, and an otherworldly feeling consumed me whenever she was near.

As she pulled away, we stared deeply into one another's eyes. I knew I had to tell her.

"Casey, I need to tell you something."

"Yeah... so do I, actually. Let's go inside."

I nodded, following her into the living room. Nobody seemed to be home, which was a good thing. I only really wanted it be with her right now, alone.

"So, what's up? How's Ash?" She asked me, cuddling into my side.

"Actually, that's what I needed to speak to you about. He, uh. He-" I had to stop myself, the familiar feeling of heartbreak came crashing back in waves.

"Babe?" She looked up at me, running her fingers up and down my cheek. "He... he's alright, isn't he?"

I shook my head, moving away from her, bending forward to rest my head on my arms.

"No." I tried holding back the tears, trying to muffle the sobs that escaped my lips. "No, he's not."

"Baby, tell me what happened." Her voice was urgent, her fingers traced my spine as she tried to calm me down.

"He's gone, Case." My voice cracked, I couldn't fight back the tears anymore. I couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling of guilt and sadness that had surfaced. I couldn't fight it back down anymore.

"Y-You're kidding. Please, tell me you're kidding."

I shook my head, turning to look at her now. Her eyes had begun to water, and shock seemed to set in.

"He died yesterday afternoon. I-I still can't believe it." I whispered through the tears, hanging my head.

"Kimberly. I am so, so sorry." She answered, her voice fragile.

We both ended up bawling our eyes out, the one clutching desperately onto the other. Casey repeatedly told me how sorry she was, how I didn't deserve this. Honestly, I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know what to say. I felt so broken. I felt so lost, so out-of-place.