Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Jameson couldn't take his eyes off me. I knew what he was thinking. Somehow. Even though I thought he ripped himself away from me, the tears in our fabric are tainted with what we once knew. But I didn't love him. And he, evidently, didn't love me. I've never seen an angel blessed with a satanic sheen.

"Sky," He was already done before he started. "What are you thinking?" He tried to keep the storm out of his voice, but it was already raining when we had reconnected.

Silence followed. I stared at him. He stared back.

"Are you trying to lose weight?" Jameson's face was contorted with some sort of pain. You show what you want to hide. And you hide what you need to show.

"Sky," Every time he said my name, something in my stomach shifted. Like a broken guitar string. He took a step forward.

"You don't need to lose any weight." He told me. I knew this. Of course I did. "You need to put on the weight." He continued. And there it was. What I thought I saw was impossible. A flash of concern. Then—gone.

Or was it?

"You don't need to be beautiful by body," I stared. "Because you're beautiful by mind." I blinked. "And heart." Ah, heart. Something he wished he owned.

"I'm not trying to lose weight." I deflected. Jameson didn't show any signs of disagreement, or agreement.

"Good. Because you don't need to. You'll always be beautiful to me. But not when you're in pain." Somehow, that didn't really flatter me.

I scoffed. "So you think that I'm ugly because I went through something catastrophic, because I'm scarred now. Sorry, did I ruin your fifteen year old daydream?" I quipped, tongue as sharp as a knife.

Jameson opened his mouth to talk, a frown between his brows. But I interrupted him.

"Well, that's your own fault. Should've tried harder to save her." I snapped, emotionless and heated in our argument.

I spun around dramatically, half expecting my hair to whirl around with me. Then I remembered—I cut it. It still waved in the wind, but it wasn't the same.

I shook it off and plucked my phone from the bed sheets, turning it on to be bombarded by texts from the girls. Whilst I was gone, my phone still received texts from the girls, and so, whilst I read about what they did in the year without me, we texted over a separate group chat—one with Bria in it.

'Yeah meet in twenty'

'Saph we agreed in ten'

'Sandwich can't count'

'Bria, you coming?'

There was a pause in my notifications. I looked over to my wall, wondering what was happening behind the thick bricks of privacy.

'Is Skyie cominggggg'

I read Cassie's message and bit my nail. Did they make plans without me?