breathless >> Zayn Malik <<

3.3

Terra's POV

A whole week passes by really fast. Judging by Emilia's awkward self and Farra's change, I figured something bad was happening, as what my mind told me last week, when we--I were in the airport.

I closed my eyes as the water goes through every muscle on my body.

"Take care of yourself. Trust yourself. You know, just in case."

The scene made me open my eyes. I gasped for air, since the only thing on my face was water. Emilia's words surrounded my whole mind, as I turn the water off. I wrapped the towel around my bare body.

Emilia's sentence made me feel, uneasy. My stomach twisted as I could feel my heart goes thumping. As if it was gonna fall out. No, Emilia can't be leaving. We need her. I need her.

But, I remembered the time she spends with us, and my stomach drops. The time she apologize. To all of us. When she asked Ashton out. When she told me to take care of myself. It's now making sense.

Emilia's hiding something from me. I sat on the bed, still wrapped up in my towel. My mind was thinking too much, until I breath out for air, as if I wasn't getting any.

No. It can't be true. My voice spoke in my inner self. Yet I know, I'm just denying what's true. Emilia's leaving us. And that must be with a reason. But I'm pretty sure it's not from her dysthymia or suicide. It's because of something else.

Emilia's too smart to even think of suicide to death. She might be stressed, but not stupid. She knows that we need her. So, I figured that there must be a reason among all of this.

My heart told me to just ask her, but my mind acts differently by telling me to leave her. I was confused. Emilia never kept a secret from me. Ever. This must be a big one. That even me, doesn't know.

But I know one person who might know.

Ashton.

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I drive straight away towards Ashton's place. There's no need of telling Zayn. He doesn't need to know. Emilia won't agree with it.

It's still around 7 in the morning, but I bet Ashton's awake. He's that nice, Catholic boy. He won't stay asleep till 12 in the morning, which Zayn does every week.

School last week was, alright. Just, every time I catch Emilia's eyes, it was, I don't know how to explain it. It's just, not her old ones. Which usually gleams with brightness.

Ashton's house wasn't too close to mine, and neither was it too far, so, I reached there around 15 minutes. I knocked on the door, no answer.

I search for Ashton's name through my contacts. There it was. Deciding to text him, it looks like my hand has a better control of myself. It pressed the button call.

"Hello?" Ashton's morning voice spoke up. Husky, and deeper than usual.

"Hey. Ash. I'm, well, sorry for bothering you but, I'm right in front of your house." I said.

"No, no. It's okay. I'm already awake for hours. Just, wait a sec." his voice still husky and deep.

"Okay." I said, as I hung up. Right after a minute, the door was open and the house was dark.

"Come in." He said. I walked into the house, since I know that he lives alone, with his other bandmates.

"Thanks." I said, once I entered the house. It wasn't clean, but, not so messy. Guitars was placed at the side of something which looks like a stage.