Alex

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My eyes fluttered open. Elodie was sitting up, talking to my aunt. The words that she spoke were shocking, I almost fell out of my chair. This is what she said: "I have a crush on Alex" I considered speaking but then I spontaneously went over to her and kissed her. If Elodie was a normal girl, she would have said something like I love you or will you go out with me. However, this was Elodie and she's different, that's why I like her,she pushed me away and didn't talk to me for a week. She stopped eating, she stopped talking,she even stopped singing.
"What's wrong Elodie, please tell me, I heard what you said and I've always had a crush on you and I love you." I sighed.
All she did was ignore me and buried her head further into the soft white, cloud like pillow. I had a chat with my aunt earlier and we think its time to take her home. My aunt is going to drive us back into town in the morning. I bet they think that there is some kind of kidnapper. I'm hoping that there isn't too much drama and my aunt doesn't get blamed.
The next morning we go back to the village and there is such a kerfuffle. TV crews are there, news reporters, journalists and mental health professionals. Elodie was terrified, her grip on my arm was stronger than titanium, she hid her face in my chest and I could feel warm, wet tears drip onto my shirt as she silently wept. We were asked questions left right and center, until Elodie's dad made it to the front. He told everyone to scram as he led us through the crowd to the house. He had Dr Honeysuckle check us over, once Elodie let go of me ( which took ages), she said we were fine. After, we had a hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows and a chocolate flake, the only thing Elodie had eaten in the last two days. Next, we had to tell the story to Elodie's dad and the Mental health specialist who wore only white and smelled of disinfectant, the whole time, Elodie clung to my arm for dear life. If the comforting warmth of Elodie's body hadn't been present, I am sure I would have had a mental breakdown. By the time it was eight o'clock, Elodie was in floods of tears, and she wouldn't let go, reluctantly, her dad let me sleep in the same room as her for comfort. Today had been so chaotic. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

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