Lost Lover //Shawmila (DISCONTINUED LMAO)

12- Always

WARNING: There is a deep make out scene here, in detail! And there are a few implications of 'almost' rape. Read at your own risk.

She sat on the oak chair, fingers tightly clutching the handle of her cup, filled to the brim with steaming tea. All her previous ecstasy experiencing tranquility had ceased the moment the antidote to her distress had exited the bed, leaving an empty gap of tousled sheets beside her.  Her body wracked with unreleased sobs, reality hitting her. Tears rapidly cascaded down her flushed cheeks, and her eyes were squeezed shut, as if concealing a dark secret tangled in her sparkling chocolate orbs. Her palms clenched, nails digging into her flesh; her dark and dishevelled hair tied carelessly into a bun, thin bunches drooping down, the ends slightly curled, carving her face. Her lips chapped, lines of dehydration marking them. Slowly, she lifted the handle, her arm trembling, as her lips reached the edge of the cup, tea steadily flowing into her dry mouth, putting it down straight after. Her lips remained chapped. She attempted to apply lip balm onto them, but shuddered violently, smearing the cure in a shaken line across her face. Both her arms trembled with the force of the shudder, her left arm going berserk, and losing control of the handle of the cup held safely under her fingers. The cup dropped down, fragments of china strewn around the place, creating a cacophony of ear-splitting cracks. Hot liquid spilled out, bringing a scream from Camila. Her cotton clothes soaked up all the tea, leaving her covered in scorching heat. Dinah rushed into the room, eyes widening at the chaotic sight displayed in front of her. Putting a hand over her mouth, she stifled a gasp. "Milz, what happened?" she questioned, only receiving a feeble shaking of head in response. Dinah sighed. "You're not alright at all, are you?" No response. Warily making her way over to the broken girl in front of her, she wrapped her arms around her puny body, giving her the liberty to release all the bawls and sobs captivated inside of her. Slowly, they came out, little by little, until she snapped, a rapid rush of sobs bursting out of her, body trembling by the force of it. Dinah patted her back comfortingly, allowing her to bury her head into her shirt, releasing all the moisture there. Looking down at her friend in sympathy, she sighed. "Mila, let's get you to bed. You need some sleep, even though it's morning. At least you will get to slip away from the world momentarily. Sounds nice?"
Camila nodded her head weakly in response, letting herself be lifted by the sturdy arms of her loving friend, and walked up the stairs lightly, feet barely touching the ground, as if floating over cream carpet. And as her head hit the cotton comfort of the cushion, and the duvet protected her from the cold, she found herself falling into a deep, deep slumber.

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Sofia silently creeped up the stairs with precision and caution, careful not to make any sounds. Her eyes stayed out in front of her, staring at the walls.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she almost broke out into a run to the white wooden closed door, which was hiding a scarred girl behind it. Going against the strict rules Dinah Jane had set, to leave her to sleep alone, Sofia hesitantly opened the door, frowning deeply when a tiny creak could be heard. Her eyes wandered over to the bed, grinning when she saw her beloved sister occupying it, sleeping soundly. Silently, she sat at the foot of the bed, staring at the tranquility that graced her divine features. The sleeping girl inhaled, and then exhaled. Inhaled, and then exhaled. Her eyes stayed locked on her sister, unaware of the girl entering the room, with a stern expression held on her face. Clearing her throat, she said, "Don't you remember the rules?", intruding the eight-year old's thoughts. Sofia shook abruptly, startled by the sudden sound, and turned to be met with cross eyes. She cowered back in fear, anticipating the worst. However, Dinah's eyes travelled down to her feet, as she released a deep breath. "You know, those rules shouldn't apply to you. I mean, you're her sister. You have all the right to be with her. After all, you're the one who helped her sleep well at night. I should be making you go every couple of minutes to be with her, not stopping you. She needs you, Sof."