Tearing Down The Walls ↠ A Delirium Trilogy Short Story

3- Julian

Authors Note: Sorry it’s a short and crappy chapter! I got writers block.

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Lena

Hana followed Alex and I as we showed her around the homestead. She seemed surprised that we didn’t live like the government told her and the others- Invalids being wild savages that fought each other for food and even ate other humans. Still she stayed tense, looking down, staying in line like the cure taught her too. The others stared at her, focusing in on her procedural scar after staring at her ripped and dirty dress. I took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, and she looked down at me in shock and ripped it away. I sighed and went over to Alex, I forgot, my best friend was long gone.

After a while Hana and Alex left to go find her more appropriate clothes. I walked around, scoping out what was happening now. The officials and soldiers had retreated and the uncureds were all cheering from victory. My mom and her troops were traveling to the capitol to negotiate with the President about the cure and making it un-mandatory and cancelling raids and all that stuff. I kept walking until I heard a heavy sigh. I whipped around with my fists clenched, getting ready to fight incase it was a cured. I saw it was Julian sitting against a tree, looking at the ground sadly. “I saw you and Alex…” he said glumly without looking up. I sighed softly, “Julian, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that. But I still love Alex, I never stopped. You were just my well, escape…” He looked up at me with sad puppy eyes, “I understand… I-I just thought you were the one. The one I would love and be loved back forever. I frowned slightly and hugged him softly; “I’m sorry I-“ I started but Julian interrupted “Its fine Lena, you and Alex are perfect for each other.” He smiled painfully and I grinned back at him. “Thank you for understanding.” I got up and walked back to Alex and Hana.

Raven

I smiled at Tack and he poked my stomach cooing “Hi Blue, I know your probably thinking ‘Who the heck is this dude that’s poking me’ but I’m your daddy.” He grinned and I chuckled softly, holding his hand. “I love you, Tack.” I whispered. He smiled and kissed my cheek, “I love you too.” He climbed into the hospital bed next to me and I fell asleep in his strong arms, hugging me and giving me protection.

A few hours later the doctors released me and Tack wouldn’t let go of my hand for a second. “I was so scared. I though that you were going to die. I thought I would never see you again. I-“ I cut him off by kissing him softly. I pulled away and laughed at his widened eyes. “Calm down, Tack” I said giggling, “I’m right here, and I’m never leaving you, ever.”