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#16 Scared To Lose You

[Aden]

I know I'm acting weird today.

But how could I not to?

I didn't talk to Jasslyn in the whole car ride, she seems wanted to stay quiet too.

"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you never treat yourself darlin' but I want you to. If I let you knoooow I'm here for you, maybe you'll love yourself like I, love you..." That's the song the radio was playing.

It's Little Things by One Direction. I like that song, though. It sure is a nice song and the lyrics are meaningful.

If she could treat herself well, there aren't any problems to me. But the problem is she doesn't.

I can't say I'm not mad at her. No, not her, but me.

I'm mad at myself. I can't protect her from harming herself.

It's funny, what does it matters to me if she is treating herself well or not? Maybe I'm a little overprotective to her.

Maybe I should set her free.

* * *

We got back to her room.

I hopped on her bed, half-lying there scrolling through instagram on my phone.

I feel that she stared at me for a while, then I heard a sigh.

Good. Let her think about what makes me don't want to talk to her.

She sat next to me, reading a novel.

I look at twitter and instagram and snapchat, but there's nothing new.

I off my phone at put it away. I turned to her and saw her reading her book very concentrating. So I lay down quietly trying not to disturb her.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep deep sleep.

* * *

It's a loud thunder who woke me up.

But when I wake up, Jasslyn is not here.

The rain is pouring heavily from the dark sky.

Maybe she's just in the washroom or what. I got down of her bed and walk towards the washroom of her room. The washroom's door is wide open and there's no one inside.

I head downstairs and walk through the whole house but I still can't find her.

Where'd she go?

I take out my phone and called her.

But she didn't pick up.

I go back to her room and saw her phone is on her bed.

"Dang it." I slumped to the floor, burying my face in my hands.

She's lost.

What if she's gone?

No. No way. Not bad things now.

If she go out to somewhere else, she must have rode her bicycle out.

I sprinted downstairs and open the door.

Her bicycle is not in the car porch.

She must have ran out into the rain.

Dammit this stupid girl when will she learn to take care of herself.