chapter twenty-five | | lynne

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Breathlessness was never scarce during certain events in our lives. It came in flashes - cold, dark flashes that manifested itself into a hitch of our breaths and darts of our eyes.

I lost breath when Bella almost died. I lost breath when I was worried for my life or the people close to me. I lost breath when Alexandria died, or when my mother died,

Breathlessness wasn't scarce - not in the day of life that we had the privilege (or seemingly horror night) of living through. It was comforting, at times. The feeling of sadness or fear thick inside your throat, the feeling that was so familiar to you.

You forget how to breathe for a moment. For a moment, your life becomes as your own self.

"Lynne...," Bella said as she walked into my room, "is Luna and Mark okay?" I looked to her and then back to the book in my hands..

"Yep,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She spun on her heel and walked out of the room, making me raise an eyebrow as she left, her teddy bear left across the hall on her bed.

I sighed and placed the book on my bedside table. My stomach turned slightly at the thought of them not being okay and the words Luna said to me earlier. They're going to come back if we don't go for them.

The door opening wide once more is what sparked my attention. I glanced to it to see Lisa.

"Hey, what's--." I began, before noticing her red eyes. Oh no. "What's wrong?" I asked quickly, sitting upward and then stepping off the bed, looking at her. "Why are you crying? Are you okay?"

She stopped smiling and shook her head. "What happened to Luna and Mark?" She asked. "Are we in danger here?"

One job. I told Luna and Mark to be quiet around everyone so nobody would worry. Who the fuck spilled?

"No, no, no..." I began, my heart hurting with each one. I don't know why I hurt so much when she seemed sad, but I did, and it was terrifying. "You and Mark are safe here, I promise."

She looked at me with disbelief, scoffing.

"Don't you believe me?"

"Well, I don't know, Lynne," she answered, "the only companion I've had since I was alone in this world is practically beaten to death and now they're gonna come for the rest of us."

"No, they won't," I said with glossed eyes.

"I'm done with people lying to me, and I'm done with everyone just pretending that they're going to protect us."

"But we're not lying. We're trying, okay?" I began, my voice thin as I looked down to the ground. "We're trying really hard. Luna, Echo, me...we're trying to protect the people we love."

"He's my best friend," she said, "and now he's hurt. He's the strongest guy I know...and everything started going wrong since we've been here"

"Listen. You have to believe me, we're going to be okay here. You guys will be fine..." I voiced.

"I thought we were friends, though, Lynne," she said, "you could've told me what happened instead of trying to keep it a secret." She had tears down her face. Oh no - I made her cry.

"I'm so sorry..." I said quietly, not wanting to say anything besides an apology. Though, what did I do wrong?

My heart hurt as I looked down at the floor once more, tears covering my vision. I stayed like that for a while. Just standing there alone, looking down at the floor, breathless.

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