[✔] Green Eyes || PJ Liguori

Chapter Fourteen

"I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain; over anyone's sunshine, any day'" 

~PJ~

Upon minutes of merely harking at the comforting sound of the wind dancing among the trees and the regular, deep breaths we take, we decide to pull away.

The moment my arms unravel from around her petit frame I could see her shaking from the icy temperature of the 6 am late-October air. A faint smile spreads across my face as I pull myself to my feet, holding my hand out for Autumn to use as leverage.

"Let's go inside for some tea," I tell her. She nods eagerly, clearly excited for the warming drink. I twist the cool doorknob clockwise and waltz into the room with Autumn following suit. I instruct her to stay in the living room whilst I made the tea. She mumbled a simple 'sure' through her slightly chattering teeth as she set her bag down by the door.

I lean against the counter waiting for the water to heat up. Once the kettle whistled, I immediately pour the steaming water into the mugs that both had two sugars and a bag of tea. Hurriedly walking from the kitchen to the lounge so that my fingers won't get burnt, I set them down on the coffee table.

I glance over at Autumn who was bundled up in the fluffy blanket that was once neatly folded at one end of the couch. Stray hairs from the messy bun that rests atop her head are now dangling above her shoulders, she grabs the mug and sips it quietly. I observe her face, noting every detail in attempt to imprint every single one into my brain. I notice her eyes look tired and puffy, as if she cried a sea's worth. Concern and curiosity washes over me as I take a seat next to her.

"What happened when you were away? You seem quite tired." I stated. She set down her mug on one of the coasters that rests in the middle of the table. She draws in a breath that signifies anxiousness.

"I talked to my mom about everything."

. . .

She told me everything; from our moms knowing each other to abandoning me in front of their house and to lying about her schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia is no joke, many people's lives get ruined because of this and for someone to say that they're diagnosed with this serious mental-illness is absolutely disgusting.

Due to overwhelming shock, the only thing I am able to mutter is a simple 'oh'. I look around the room to see if I can find something to make the room less... tense. My eyes land on her ukulele, poking out of her over-flowing bag. I walk to her bag and carefully try to pull out the ukulele, sitting back next to her after doing so. I play a series of chords that is ever-so-familiar to the both of us.

C, Em, Am,   F, C, G...

"But I can't help falling in love with you..." Autumn sang along to the chords, her sweet voice weaved its way through the rooms of the eerie cabin. I smile at her and the memories I have with her and this song. I strum the last chord, a sigh of relief following after as I am successful in my plans in calming the environment.

"Just like the good old days, huh?" she smiled, reminiscing. I hummed in response as I feel her rest her head on my shoulder, I put an arm around her in response.

"I wish it would be as carefree as relaxing as before. I remember we would always go out and wander around the neighborhood when my parents decided to abandon me at home." she said

"We can recreate that you know," I said, looking at her

"But how?" She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at me with slightly furrowed brows. I smile at her,

"Let's go on an adventure."