avery → h.s

thirty one

"Avery?" The girl in front of me asks incredulously.
"Nate?"

I attempt to put a weak smile on my face. My head hurts. There's this throbbing pain at the back of my head. My throat dries and my eyes feels heavy. It's only a mere seconds before I pass out.

Nate look at me sympathetically and waves to Ana. "Hi Ana," he turns to me again, "Forgive her, she's in the middle of... shock."

Ana being the nice girl she is, nod and smile to us.

"Can we crash here?" I say to the point.

"I welcome you, but.." she hesitates. "There's only one guest room."

"I'll take the couch," Nate response without missing a beat. I put my hands on his arm, grateful he's being so understanding at the moment. I can feel him relaxes under my touch. Ana on the other hand, flinches a bit.

"We're probably not going to stay. We'll leave in the afternoon."

"Aw okay. Though it would be fun for you two to stay." Ana pouted.

Nate chuckles and gives her the goofy grin.

And through my hazy state I could still see her blushing.

We enter her homey house, looking like the last time we saw it. Her mom is baking and the aroma errupts around the house. She says she was making some cookies before the two of us comes. Like mother like daughter, Ana and her mom shares the same personality; warm and welcoming. Sometimes you need people like them when you break down. They don't questions, they just do whatever that helps you cope.

Like now, literally. I'm being shoved by dozens of cookies. They also prepare a warm bathtub for me after Nate not so subtly described my conditions. He helps at the kitchen, and I'm left alone with nothing but some soap operas in the family room.

My eyes on screen but my mind travels. Honestly, everything seems hazy and pointless right now I don't even care if I look like a hobo. Finals and proms coming up, then college. It feels like I want to push aside all of them and setting on Netflix. And considering those two lying bastards might be at my house at the moment, my plan on Netflix seems to be just a dream. I close my eyes and rely back to this morning.

Clara slept with Harry.

This whole time.. how couldn't I notice?

I grit my teeth to prevent myself from crying again. I'm on the verge of tears and I hold it back. Is this what heartbreak feels like? My lungs feels empty and the air seems hard to inhale. I feel breathless. I feel broken. I feel lost. I wish I can wake up from this horrible nightmare. I don't want to believe anything they said. I want to believe they lied. That they were just messing with me and even though I'm months away from my birthday they would come here out of nowhere and yells 'surprise' on me.

But they didn't lie. And this is real life.

"Avery?" A small voice shriek.

"Yeah?"

Ana sits beside me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ana, just.. this is what heartbreaks feels like. I mean, everyone is going to feel like this at some point at their life right?"

She nods and we break into silence.

"So.. you and Nate?" She asks, smilling.

"No. He's yours, Ana."

"No, no, no," her eyes buldging and nudge me lightly in the process. "A boy from Chem class asked me out. His name's David."

"What, you mean the David?"