[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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My therapist says running is a good way to clear my head and get rid of negative emotions.
I’m not sure she’s right!
I find myself running until I’m surrounded by trees which block out what little light the moon emits. The music of the party fades into the distance, but I cannot outrun Leah’s words.
'You want to walk out on me the way your mother walked out on you?'
My eyes burn and I can’t keep the tears from falling down my face and blurring my vision. What am I even trying to run from? Grief? It doesn’t make sense because I know that no matter how fast I run, at the end of the day, my mom is still gone and there’s nothing I can do about it. Yet, I find that I can’t stop. My legs have a mind of their own and they keep moving me past trees and further into the darkness.
My feet catch against something and I tumble over with nothing but my palms to brace me. I roll and fall against the sloppy ground until I am rammed painfully against a tree.
That does the job of stopping me. Exhaustion takes over my body and I curl myself in the dirt and just lie there, ignoring the searing pain I’m in. I just lie here and listen to my own sobs under the quiet night sky.
I flinch when I hear leaves crunch and the thought that an animal is here to put me out of my misery crosses my mind, but surprisingly, I don’t try to move. I’m unable to. It’s not until a shadow looms over me and I catch the faint scent of detergent mixed with something I can’t quite place that I look up and a gasp escapes my lips.
I must be hallucinating because there’s no way he’s standing over me. The trees are quite sparse here, so the moon shines brightly overhead, illuminating his intense brown eyes that are staring right into my soul. The soft breeze causes his straight brown hair to sway over his forehead, hiding his eyebrows and standing there, he kind of looks like an avenging angel.
Like earlier, he has his head inclined to the side as he stares at me with an intensity that makes me feel underdressed. I am suddenly aware of the fact that I am covered in dirt and my face is wet with tears. Luckily, I can hide my embarrassment behind my hair that falls over my face.
I sit up and watch him, observing the slight trickle of sweat on his face that indicates that he indeed ran after me.
Why would he do that? We’re not even friends.
In true Jonathan fashion, he says nothing as he stretches an arm towards me and I notice the unopened bottle of water in his hand. A crease forms on my forehead as I watch him in wonder as to what his motive is. However, a voice in my head tells me that I can trust him. It tells me that even if we are totally alone out here and he can easily overpower me, I’m safe.
