Alex's POV
"It's quite ironic, actually..." Avery chuckled, rubbing circles in my palm with her fingertips. "You're an extremely talented individual, who a passion to learn even more, yet I feel like an object. A dull brick painted in nice colours to impress everyone."
I frowned, looking back up at her. "Why so??" I asked Avery quietly. "You're beautiful, you're bold, you-"
"An object, Alex. I've always been one."
Oddly enough, it was pretty clear the reason Avery thought this way. She was a model.
"You know that's no-"
"I'm also just scared that everyone I try to date will end up leaving me." Avery sighed, cutting me off once more. "Eventually."
I looked over to Avery, her face had already bee turned away from mine. "Any specific reasoning behind that?"
Avery took a deep breath, before speaking. "Yes."
Interesting.
"Would you like to share it with me?" I nodded, trying to stay as calm as I possibly could.
"Not really." Avery shook her head, taking a quick glance at me.
"Alright." I nodded quietly. I didn't want to come off as uncomfortable. "I won't force you to."
"Dammit, I'm sorry. I think I have to go." Avery got up from off of the couch, flicking her hood back over her head.
"Avery, please. It's fine, and I don't think any differently of you." I went walking behind her, feeling my heartbeat race.
Avery silently made her way to parking lot, with me following behind her.
"I genuinely a little tired, I had a long workout earlier today." Avery smiled slightly, turning to face me.
"You could have said that." I scratched my head lightly. "You just got me a little worried, you know?"
"I know I did, sorry about that." Avery nodded, hopping on her bike seat.
"Get some rest, you probably need it." I sighed. "I love you."
"Love you too." Avery mumbled softly, before pulling off.
-=+=-
"Alexandra Davis." The nurse cracked open the door, in a light whisper. "Your mother has been up for a little while now. It's safe for her to have a few close visitors."
I jumped up, slightly reluctant to take a step toward her. "May I see her?"
"Yes." The nurse nodded, before holding out her hand. "Just as a warning, she's not in very good condition though. She's lost her memory as most people do when they wake up, but..." She sighed. "Just please keep your voice down."
Don't panic. She's fine.
"Okay." I took a deep breath. She nodded once more, placing her clipboard to the side. I watched her disappear back into the small room.
There was a doctor or two next to my mum's hospital bed. My mother was still laying down, her blue eyes wide opened and focused on the ceiling. She looked a lot more pale than usual, and was gripping onto the blanket. This was most likely to stop her hands from shaking. "Who the hell are you people?"
A doctor turned around, nodding as he looked over at me. "This is one of your daughters, do you remember her?" He pulled out a sheet of paper. "The next will be in shortly."
"My what??" She blinked. "I have children?"
"Interesting." He nodded. "I know this may all come as a bit of a shock to you. What do you remember last?"
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The Hooded Actress (GXG)
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