O5: Meetings and Old Pages

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Little White Lies - One Direction

O5

As I saw his furious face, I turned back. I fled out of the feverishly white room. As I closed the door, I heard another sound of the door shutting behind me. What? How could he just walk out of the hospital bed with some injury I wasn't able to see, because of his obviously damn- attractive, furious face? What if there were no such injuries? Then, according to you, he was lying on the hospital bed for fun. How can-

My totally practical subconsious is shut, with a pat on my back.

I hesitantly turn around, only to find a worried a Daniel.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ask, irritated.

"Liv, he knows every damn thing. He knows what you did, and, you also know that you shouldn't have done that. Even though you really loved him, she was your mom-"

"Stop. Can we really not bring this up. Whatever I did wasn't anything you had to worry about. Just tell me why is he here." I say, knowing that I sound pathetic.

"He wants to talk to you. He wants to know why you did it. That idiot doesn't even know you love-uh- loved him." He says.

Love? Don't know. But loved? Yeah, and that idiot didn't even know.

Did I even want to talk about it? It was something that we, as in Dad and I had completely restricted from our lives. After her funeral, we didn't talk about how, where and why did it happen. Nothing was discussed, even though Dad knew all about it. It was a very sensitive topic for us, as she was my better half. Whatever happened was on accident, but it shouldn't have happened.

I step out of my thoughts and say, "If he wants to talk about it, then I will."

With a shield of courage and willpower, I walk into the room, alone.

I see him lying on the bed, staring out of the window, into the evening sky.

It was then, I noticed that he had some injuries on his neck, and two fractures, one on his leg and the other on his arm.

"Why did you do it Liv?" He says, snapping me out of the resons I was trying to figure out for his injuries.

I take a seat beside his bed, on a white stool.

"Okay, lets get started." I say, my breath hitching.

Was I really ready to open this old page of my life story?

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