"Love can be a cure, but also a curse.
I know it too well, trust me."
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Evangeline was trying to have a calm life with her best friend. She simply wanted to graduate from college, find a decent...
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"How are we feeling today, Miss Sullivan?"
I looked away from the window and stared at a girl only few years older than me. She smiled politely, putting a little box on a table in the corner and waiting for my answer.
Her eyes met mine, when I stayed silent.
"Just wanted to let you know that a group of young men wanted to see you. I told them they can visit you during open days."
I didn't respond.
"Would you like to see them?"
I looked away, my eyes focused again on little rain drops falling and hitting the only window in the room. It was so beautiful outside. The sky was grey, the rain turned the field into a huge mud bath and the wind hushed by bigger trees.
I wish I could go outside and just stand in the rain.
The nurse sighed, seeing lack of any communication between us. She stopped trying for today and left the room, closing cold heavy doors behind her.
I felt my muscles relaxed as I heard her footsteps fading away. I needed some time alone.
Since the day I woke up in this clinic I barely spoke to anyone. Not even to my parents, who I haven't seen for a long time. They told me Quinn called them, saying something wrong was with me, that my panic attacks are back and there was also "the accident".
I looked at my hand, still seeing a gun between my cold sweaty fingers. I almost killed myself. One second, I would be gone. Forever. How scary that sounded, it also seemed really promising. No more lies, no more secrets, no more playing with Angel's emotions.
I would be free again.
But Jerome had to stop me. He had to use my feelings for him against me, whatever they were. He had to win again.
Stupid King of Zombies.
My eyes moved to the direction of a small box, which the nurse left. For few minutes I just stared at it, thinking if I care enough to get up and check what was inside. My curiosity won.
I took the box and sat back on my bed, tearing apart a silver decorating paper and throwing away a navy blue bow. Inside, I saw a bar of dark chocolate and a white card with golden letters "For My Lady".
Firstly, I got my hands onto the chocolate and while I was tasting this little sweetness I opened the card and read this sort message, handwritten in perfect calligraphy:
"Come to the art room at 7pm"
I checked the clock tower outside. It was 6:44.
Yeah, definitely not going. I rather stare at the rain and imagine myself dancing with the wind.
