numb heart // enoch o'connor

00 // prologue

you always hurt the ones you love

enoch hated when people interrogate him with questions from his past. he loathed remembering things that made his heart ache and made his eyes shed tears. victor was one of it. enoch hated how his best mate pleaded not to bring him back, how he and the other peculiars witnessed victor die. 

as if it's okay to

agatha noticed his sad expression and held one of enoch's balled fist.

say the words you know they hate

"i talked to him, days ago..." said agatha, enoch removed his hand from her touch and rose up from his seat.

"what? why are you telling me this just now?!" enoch said angrily.

leave for two hours in the heat of the arguement

enoch ignored any of agatha's shoutings and didn't stop pushing her. he pushed her hard and suddenly, she fell into the floor and her shoulder hit something sharp.

yell and scream and fight and argue

"don't touch me, rude arse!"

"what?! im trying to help you!"

"i said, don't fucking touch me!"

"i'm trying to help here, miss ungrateful bitch!"

or push them down the coffee table

"fuck you! i sincerely didn't want help from my killer just incase i die!"

you do not hurt the ones you love
simple as that.

silence. silence was floating to the room, like a bird flying to the highest skys. suddenly, enoch couldn't take it anymore and hugged agatha. agatha hugged him as he leaned his head on her shoulder blade.

you do not leave when they need you most

"it's gonna be okay. everyone misses everyone. you're not alone in this, enoch..." said agatha as she tried to comfort enoch. "i'm here, i'm not going to die... i-i promise..."

you do not write, type, speak

agatha broke the hug and faced enoch...

words, phrases, sayings, senteces that will break them.

enoch touched her dirty blonde hair, and looked at her. she was wearing pajamas and oversized shirt— which was hooked up her left shoulder which showed the scar she had the first day the two of them met.

you do not break the ones you love

enoch went beside her. "are you okay? are you still alive?"

agatha smirked weakly, "i am alive."

and if you do

as she looked at enoch again, he was staring at an empty space behind them, fresh tears cascading his cheeks.

and you happen to feel no remorse because

"i fucking hate the both of you! smooching around and feeling perfect." said enoch as he sat down on his chair that is near his work table.

"you always hurt the ones you love"

agatha touched his cheek, and pinched it. enoch woke up.

well then, you never loved them to begin with

"i want to apologise too, for pushing you away." said enoch, "i did not expected that."

"well, i forgive you." said agatha, as she tiptoed and hugged enoch.

enoch was surprised and asked himself, is she always full of surprises?

♡´･ ･'♡

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