Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 5

⚠️Trigger Warning: Drugs

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I stayed on the steps for a while, trying to figure out what had just happened and what the hell did he mean by "when you'll let yourself tell me the truth."?

I know I could trust him, but I literally just met him and I don't think he would want to see me again after I tell him about my life.

Besides, I hate talking about myself. You start talking to people and they just look at you like a lost puppy. I fucking hate when people look at me like that.

After sitting there for a while, I went back inside and to Devon's bed. But I couldn't sleep to save my life. He was the only thing on my mind.

I don't know why in the hell he was working out so late. He seriously looked exhausted, pale skin, deep blue almost purple dark circles resting under his tired green eyes. His brown curls looked messy but like it was on purpose.

He looked awfully tired, probably felt it too. But the way he smirked, looked at me and his overall natural beauty struck out the most. I don't think he could be ugly if he tried.

But the reason I couldn't really move after he left, was because for some reason I didn't want him to. His presence next to me felt so peaceful, even without saying anything and just sitting next to each other I could have stayed here all night long.

I tried to sleep after that but I kept tossing and turning.

His face; sharp jawline, defined cheekbones, slightly hollowed cheeks, forest green eyes, diamond shaped lips and soothing raspy voice were the only things I could think about. And I had to make peace with the fact that I wasn't sleeping easily tonight.

But just when I was finally about to fall asleep, a sentence popped in my head, making me jump into a sitting position, eyes snapping widely open.

"Lucy,

If you are reading this, it means that your mother and I are no longer alive."

"The hell?" I hear a sleepy voice from next to me, making me snap my head in the direction to see Devon, furrowed brows and eyes screwed shut because of the brightness of the room, tugging on the comforter to bring it over her head.

"Sorry..." I say in a hoarse voice as I search around the room with my eyes until they land on the digital clock on Devon's nightstand, 7:30, great. A low grunt forms in my lips when I see how early it is, but I contain it when I notice that Devon just fell back asleep. This girl falls asleep so fast it's insane.

I quietly throw the covers off of my legs, my feet hitting the cold floor sending a shiver through my body. I huff, stretching my arms out as a long yawn escapes my lips. I quickly glance at Devon before grabbing the remote control for the blinds and closing them, I know she hates when it's too bright in the room when she wakes up.

I walk out of the room as quietly as possible and I walk to the master bedroom where Devon and I decided I should at least put my clothes in, and use this bathroom. I push the doors open, fingers running through my hair I heavily exhale as I walk through the closet and to the bathroom.

I was quick to run the hot water and take my shirt and shorts off before entering the steaming shower.

The hot water rolling down my tense body couldn't relax my tense mind, that sentence kept playing in my head, hearing it in his voice like he was reading it to me.