Blameless ✔

Chapter 25: ❝What was the point in bringing me water then?❞

Chapter 25: ❝What was the point in bringing me water then?❞

♡Mark's POV♡

It was 4 pm when I was sat on my living room couch mindlessly flipping through TV programmes with a blank facial expression. Nothing interested me but I only had one ultimatum: stay in this tedious predicament or go on my phone, only to see the countless messages of concern that would chain me to an unquenchable emotion of guilt. Unhesitantly, I chose the former and sighed as I pressed myself further into the leather substance with a heavy heart.

I ignored my stomach that growled irrepressibly and from there, I started to notice a pattern in the way I dealt with my hunger. I never ate unless I felt like I would pass out from starvation. My friends would think of it as idiosyncratic, which was why I would always dodge the questions about my food intake during lunch but I just liked to think of it as my singularity - a more positive way to put it.

The programme I had settled on was a talk show and there was a man in a black suit and tie interviewing some celebrity I was unfamiliar with. He had published a novel apparently because next thing I knew, an extract from the book I was also unfamiliar with had popped up on the screen.

"My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you."

"Not again," I had said in a strained voice after witnessing my vision go blurry like a routine. I had thought it had gotten better after not coming across it for a while but deep down I knew I was just sustaining myself with lies in an attempt to feel convalescent about my disability.

Tearing my eyes away from the TV, I shakily stood up and walked towards the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water from the fridge but the doorbell that sounded throughout the house halted my movements as I turned in the direction of the door. Thinking it was Sarah, I rolled my eyes in irritation but still proceeded to unlock the entrance, howbeit, as I did I began to notice my vision getting disorientated for the second time that day but I found it odd since there weren't any letters in front of me.

I tried to shake off the feeling as best I could but every step I took felt like exertion as each one became heavier and more troublesome than the last. 

The world turned its darkest shade of black and then I felt my body freefall backwards onto the hard and emotionless floor which I envied.

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The feeling of something solid, thin and assumedly delicate being forced between my closed lips made me furrow my eyebrows in my semi-conscious state as I slightly moved my head to the right in an effort to avoid the strange feeling but the object followed.

Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked a couple of times in order for my eyes to adjust to their surroundings and when they did, I was met face to face with Luke who was towered over me on the couch where I had been laid. Glancing down, I learned that the strange object was simply a glass from my cupboard that had been filled halfway with water.

"What are..." I paused and took a deep breath as my face contorted into pain at a splitting headache that had surfaced. "What are you doing here?"

I heard him scoff as he stupidly tried to balance the glass on his knee. "You should be saying 'thank the heavens - you came just in time!'", he said, imitating my slightly deeper register by going two octaves lower, making him sound akin to a bear growling in the woods - actually no, scratch that, the Gruffalo. "Don't act like you're not happy to see me." He flashed me a cheeky grin, earning him my look of contempt to counter his statement as my eyes followed his every movement.