I woke up next to Alana, her hand was under my shirt. I could feel her long fingers running up and down my back, her touch was so light I could barely feel her. She send chills throught my body.
Last night after Danielle found me in my worse condition, she took me to sleep with her. Este was a heavy sleeper, Danielle explained. Danielle and I instantly fell asleep. We didn't touch, but she held me all night. There was no other place that made me feel so secure.
Danielle had woke me up really early so thag I could return to Alana's bed. I easily slipped into the covers with Alana without waking her.
"Good morning, princess." Alana said with her giggles following through. Her hand still sending goosebumps all through my body.
"Hey. Hangover?" Remembering how drunk Alana had came in.
"Already taken care of." Alana pushed my shoulder so that I could lie on my back, she quickly had straddle me. Alana's weightless body sat on my stomach. I knew where she was going with this, but I was still hurting from last night.
"I'm really not feeling that great. You can't get sick, Lans." I lied as my hands laid on her thin legs.
"You're worth the risk." Alana came closer, but my hands held her back by her shoulders and my head turned. I could feel Alana's confused look, my head turned back to face her. Alana's stare was heartbreaking.
I got out from under her and attempted to kiss her forehead, but she moved away. The tables had turned and now I was getting the cold shoulder.
All three sisters pitched in to let me borrow clothes. During breakfast no one talked much. We then watched a movie, Este and Alana had fallen asleep. With all their touring and the different time zones they must have been days behind on sleep.
Lunch time arrived and I invited Danielle to a café that was just around the corner from the hotel. The style was very vintage so I hoped Danielle liked it. Our food came quite quickly and it was gone in an instant.
"I'm sorry, but I'm just curious of what happened yesterday on backstage and last night." Danielle's voice was so sweet and soft, every word she spoke was gentle.
Tears were filling my eyes. Every memory was suffocating me. But then I felt Danielle's hand on mine. The world seemed to stop. I lost vision of every person and every object in that café, everything, but her.
"Hey, it's okay. We don't need to talk about it. No pressure." Her smile gave me strength.
I shooke my head, I wanted her to know. She earned my trust from just that simple touch. I began where it all started. Where I met Darla, when I fell in love, our first kiss, our first fight.
Throughout the whole time I talked, Danielle left her hand on mine. Her expression showed compassion, understanding, and sympathy. I spoke for a long time, not once did she interrupt or get vague.
I stared into her blue eyes as I babbled on, but all my attention was toward her touch. Her warmth radiating onto me.
"God, I'm so sorry, Jo. You absolutely must be devastated. We don't have to tell Alana about this." I finished with all I had to say, but I didnt want to use her touch.
Danielle and I got off that subject and were now laughing sharing our past memories with one another. She soon let my hand go. I wasn't disappointed, I didnt need it anymore. She knew that somehow.
Her laughter was refueling me. She talked the randomest things, I never thought she'd be much of a talker. I didn't mind at all, I felt honored to be able to soak in her voice.
Our laughed was dying out. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Nothing else mattered but the girl in front of me. She smiled down as she pushed her hair behind her ear.
At that moment the world had shut off, the world was on mute. All i could think about was how there must be a heaven, I just saw it in her smile.
