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PART 24

HER POV (Play Brown Eyes for feels)

"I see so many eyes in Travis' house, Ems." I furrowed my brow while looking at Gwyn. I took a bite of a santol before I answered her.

"Eyes?"

My eyes widened. Don't tell me that because I haven't visited Travis' house for a few days, he's turned into a serial killer and started collecting eyes to display in his house?

"What eyes are you talking about? You're so weird, Gwyn. Are you losing it? Why would Travis be collecting eyes? What do you think this guy is? A serial killer!?" She stood up and rubbed her face.

"You're something else, Ems. You're so slow!"

"What are you talking about? What eyes?"

"I mean, sketches of eyes! Paintings of eyes!" I looked at the mirror and stared at my own reflection.

Don't be such an assumption queen, Emily. That's not an eye.

"Assumption queen of the year, Emily," Gwyn said while picking her nose. This girl has no manners.

"I'm not assuming. Is it bad to look in the mirror now?"

"Pfft, excuses, excuses." I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Where are Mom and Dad, Gwyn?" I changed the topic. Gwyn grabbed her bag and put on her hoodie.

"They told me to watch over you... they're just going somewhere. I don't know where, but... I think someone else will watch over you... I'll just come back after your time."

Then the door opened, and Travis came in carrying two big bags.

Gwyn waved goodbye to me and smiled before locking the door. Travis dropped the bags and handed me a notebook. I smiled before checking off the number 2 on our "to-do list."

Bring 10 buckets of French fries from McDonald's.

"You don't have to worry about the expenses. It's my treat, Emily." I smiled while eating a French fry. McDonald's fries are always so good.

"Can you slow down? No one's going to steal them, Emily. You're going to choke at this rate."

While eating, my chest suddenly tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut from the pain.

"A-Ah!" I dropped the fry I was holding and squeezed my eyes shut tightly. My chest felt like it was being squeezed. I couldn't stop myself from crying because I couldn't breathe properly.

"Fuck... wait! I'll call the doctor!" I pulled Travis toward me and hugged him tightly.

"J-Just... hug me! Remember what you said? I-If you want someone to be okay... just hug them. I-I want to be okay, Travis... a-ah!"

"EMILY... YOU DON'T NEED ME NOR MY FUCKING HUG... I'M TAKING YOU TO THE ER!" he shouted, making me close my eyes.

I have to stop him. If he tells the doctor, my parents will find out. They'll kill Travis when they know he's been visiting me.

I can't let that happen.

"N-No... no, please... uh... T-Travis... a-ah! Just... s-sing me a song, please." I whispered.

I could barely keep my eyes open because of the tightness in my chest. I couldn't stand the pain, as if my heart was being squeezed repeatedly. I wanted the pain to go away because I couldn't handle it.

He hugged me and began singing.

Remember the first day that I saw your face?
Remember the first day that you smiled at me?
You stepped to me and then you said to me
I was the man you dreamed about.