Soar With Me Above the Storm?

How could you do this? I thought, I thought, I thought you were.... I don't know! What you did is ungodly - you're unbelievable! my head cried. 

I was blinking every now and then to stop the nervous and frustrated tears. I gripped my long dark nun-like skirt - a piece of clothing I swore I would never wear after making fun of it in the second hand store a year ago - and the hard metal chair linked on the wall with five other seats in a single row. 

The air conditioner of the hospital made me shiver and grit my teeth. It bit into my skin, making the little hairs react. I sighed deeply, biting the skin under my mouth to postpone the sobs threatening to blow. 

My chest shook, and I rubbed my pure dead black converse together to distract me from my thoughts. It was literally dark - and it presented my mood pretty damn well. The laces are black, the aglet was ebony, the part where it was supposed to be white was dark, and the lettering with the word CONVERSE was black. It was ironic, how I still had this shoe after two years, while everything else had seemed to fall apart in a single moment. 

The sneakers reached until the top of my ankle, a bunch of inches under the skirt that should be used for cosplaying purposes. It wasn't exactly 'nun-like' as I've described last year, more like should be used for a... club. Except it's too long, at least three inches under my knee. My pale skin meshed badly against the negativeness of my clothing, and my dark leg hair would have made people insecure about their skin smile. 

Yes, that's right; my awful yet purposely chosen choice of clothing should distract my thoughts. 

Oh no, my mind rumbled. Now that I've thought about it, I'm going to start thinking about it now! I took a deep breath. So stupid. 

I placed my elbow on my knee and leaned in, supporting my head by my palm. My short presently wispy hair I tried to grow out but barely reached my shoulders fell to my sides like an attic's curtains, and some got stuck in my mouth and penetrated my eyes. 

"You're going to regret this..." I whispered under my breath, wishing I was saying it to her now. The pearly bleached tiles of the waiting area flashed against my eyes, helping me stop the tears from brimming my already starting to red eyes. 

Loud footsteps drummed against my ears, and familiar expensive but humble looking dainty shoes entered my peripheral vision. I stood up immediately, much to the chagrin of my phone. It thumped the ground, and it vibrated against my ears nerve-wreckingly. 

She looked at me guiltily, her full lips pulled into a frown, her eyes crinkled down at the ends, emphasizing its sharpness. The lovely girl she is, you would never expect what she did would ever be done by the girl herself. 

I was frowning myself too, feeling the pain as it collided with my upper molars. My eyes were red for sure, and shining with hot angry tears I refuse to let out. My thick eyebrows wrinkled down, and I was shaking my head. 

We were facing each other silently, but not to the point other people would stare, though they would catch glimpses of our solemn faces and do a double-take. People simply whizzed past by. 

I was shaking my head minimally, my frown becoming more apparent by the second. Lilli tried saying something without success. She barely mouthed it to me, but her saliva bubbled from the restrained cries and sobs. I looked down at my soles. "I... I... I'm... s-sorry..." 

"W-why?" I whispered without breaking. Why did you do it? 

"I..." Her lower lip trembled. "I c-couldn't do it..." 

My head shot up. 

My body impulsively moved on its own; my foot stepped forward, squeaking at the tiles, and my arms embraced her dearly. In turn, she buried her head on the crook of my neck, sobbing. 

I closed my eyes for a second, pushing the tears out. When I had successfully done so, my eyes met a familiar pair on the other end of the hall. Mine widened. 

It was a curious gaze, but I panicked. He was probably wondering about whom the hell I gave an embrace to and why I appeared in mental pain, but at my current state, there was only one thought in my head that those eyes screamed at me. 

It's all your fault.