𝙍.𝙀.𝙈. ❨ 𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳. ❩

5. ...𝐤𝐢𝐭

(KIT'S POV)

"Bad dream huh?" I ask, sitting at the end of Aiden's bed. Her eyes fluttered open and her brown locks cascaded perfectly over her shoulders as she sat up.

Somehow she was beautiful without trying.

"Where's Grace?" She asked in a confused state and my face instantly dropped, to which I cleared my throat.

"she's gone."

I put my head down solemnly but my attention was drawn back to the girl as she began to back away from me. "No Aiden it wasn't me," I said and thankfully she took my word. She looked at me like she was waiting for me to tell her what happened and so with a sigh, I let out the one name that left her jumping up in anger.

"Lana."

I would've thought she'd remembered last night as she was absolutely distraught over grace, but I guess she hit her head pretty hard when she ran to get help. She was out for a long time but I also thought she might have remembered bits and it seemed she did.

She told me about her "dream" which wasn't just a dream. It was what happened and she just didn't realise it. As we were talking I pondered over the fact that she never said to us what she's doing here and how she got here.

I couldn't quite wrap my head around the situation, but seeing as Grace is gone it looked like Aiden would be doing the ear ripping now.

"Hey." I stood in front of her, holding her waist protectively. "It's going to be okay." I looked at her reassuringly and a single tear fell down her cheek.

Looking at her reminded me so much of Grace and it almost brought me to tears, but I stayed strong for the both of us.

I had to be strong. If not for me for Aiden. I pulled her close to my chest, trying to make her feel safe but her reaction wasn't expected. She started balling her eyes out, blabbering about how Grace was the only one she could count on. I tried to hold it back but I couldn't and my vision clouded over at the fact that she felt like she couldn't count on me.

I wiped her tears away and handed her a set of clothes that I brought in for her. I thought she shouldn't have to wear a dirty hospital gown but instead a clean blue one that bought out the colour of her cheeks.

After she wiped the remnants of her tear-stained cheeks, we made our way down to the common room side by side.

We only had each other now, and a part of me was okay with that.