Like A Sister *COMPLETED*

Chapter Thirty-One - Hope EDITED

31. Chapter Thirty-One – Hope

Wow 31 already? I was excited about having ten chapters and now I am up to 30? I didn't think anyone would read or like this, in fact this was the one I hated because it was stupid, but the kind words of a few people have really inspired me. I'm dedicating this to my new friend Anna (@flyingfeathers25) - I legiterally met her yesterday. Go check out her account thing.

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31. Chapter Thirty-One – Hope

His eyes opened and I gasped. Raising my head slightly, I looked at his eyes and smiled.

“James?”

“Elizabeth?”

“You’re awake!”

“Can we go back to kissing please?”

I leaned in and crashed my lips onto his; he responded, kissing back passionately and even moving his arms up to tangle his fingers in my hair. It was a kiss, but not a real one; I knew we wouldn’t count this as a first kiss because it needed to be special. But it was nice, sure. Desperate, exhausted, deadly, but nice.

“Oh James,” I gasped when I came up for air. I was crying again, my tears dripping down my cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry!” he said reaching a shaking hand up to wipe the water droplets off of my face.

“I’m here now.”

“Get a nurse or someone,” I heard Hermione say. A doctor came in and tried to push me out of the way, but James’ hand locked onto my wrist.

“No,” he said. “My girlfriend isn’t leaving me now. Not this time.” Girlfriend. I had waited so long to hear him calling me that, and he later told me that he had waited to say it about me.

He gently pulled on my wrist and I sat on the bed, swinging my bare feet up under me and sitting beside him.

“Doctor, please leave. Hermione will come and get you when you are wanted,” James said calmly, but extremely powerfully. I stared at him; his voice was commanding and controlling, so much so that the doctor backed out of the room.

“Eliza,” James said. “I missed you. I could hear everything you said, everything you did, but I couldn’t get through to you, couldn’t seem to wake up. It was like living a nightmare, where you are struggling to wake up but can’t. I wanted to hug you, let you know that I was okay, just somewhere you couldn’t reach. I missed you, and my heart broke to hear you cry, know you weren’t eating or sleeping. You should know that I wouldn’t leave you while you slept, I would always be here for you. I will always be ready for you when you wake up. I love you, Elizabeth Archer. Crazy as we both may be, I know that I love you.”

“I love you too, James Turner.” I could hardly speak; that whisper was laced with tears of thankfulness, love, friendship, and something else that I couldn’t place.

“You must be exhausted,” he whispered back. I had lain down beside him, on my back. As I stared up into the ceiling, I noticed the patterns that swirled and twisted, different colours changing and curling. No, I was not high/drunk/hallucinating; actually there was a spell on the ceiling. Some patients got bored just staring at boring whiteness all day so they charmed them. They can play movies, TV shows, anything really.

“Not really. I had about four hours sleep last night; I’m good.”

He propped himself on his elbow and looked at me. Suddenly he was strong, sexy James again.

“You’re awfully thin.”

“I’m fine,” I replied.

“You aren’t,” he insisted.

“Don’t make me fight with you less than an hour after you woke up, Turner.”

“I’m worried!”

“Well don’t be!”

Sighing, he collapsed back onto the bed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Hermione, get that doctor.”

I felt terrible about having yelled at him.

“Sorry,” I whispered, quietly getting up off the bed. I was tired, and I knew I was too skinny, but I couldn’t have James worrying.

If we were going to have a relationship, it would be full of disagreements, arguments, and making up; a little piece would break off with every fight, until we crumbled completely. Yet I was willing to take a chance.

Yes, call me crazy that despite knowing eventually we would burst into a flaming mess of hatred and insecurities, I was prepared to risk it; I was prepared to  jump headlong into this relationship that would most likely kill me. Or at least seriously injure me.

But I didn’t care.

I slipped out of the door.

“Elizabeth – don’t go,” he said, sitting up and looking at me, with a desperate and needy look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I turned away. And ran the hell away.

I ran from reality, from heartache, from anger, from disappointment, broken trust, failures, fear, longing, insecurity, hope, love, friendship, death, life, betrayal loyalty Hermione myself reality insecurities… but most of all – from James.

I knew where I was going

And I knew what I was going to do

I didn’t want to, but I had to. I had so many emotions, I couldn’t cope, I was alone, I was confused and overwhelmed.

So I did it.