The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.
(three days later)
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“I'm fine.” I mumble, once again and probably for the thousandth time in the last few minutes but this— what was she even, a doctor or nurse? She kept touching me.

She pressed her thin lips tightly together and I had the feeling she probably wanted to hit me on the head, I get it. I did thump her on her hand quite hard and she just stay quiet which was weird but I just, I wanted her to stop touching me goddammit! It really wasn't that bloody hard.

“Mam, for the time. I'm only trying to check up, just incase. I'm not going to hurt you.” She slowly says, cooing at me.

My eyes narrow at her but I say nothing.

I've literally been awake for five minutes.

And already, I'm so tired with everything.

A lot sound is heard before the bedroom door opens with force and there he stands, breathing heavy, wild eyed looking around the room for something until they spot me.

I blush, suddenly feeling embarrassed at my slumped state but I don't say that out loud. “Hi, Luca!” I smile tightly at him, ignoring the heavy disappointment I feel in my chest— I'm sure everyone can hear my disappointment.

“Hey, you're awake.”

“Yeah.”

He smiles his usual goofy smile and strolls into the room. “Could you leave us for a while?” He asks the woman.

Her cheeks go red and she nods her head.

I roll my eyes at that, seems like she has a crush.

Luca sighs and waits for her to leave while he plops himself on the familiar chair beside the bed— the one that smelt like him when I woke up, somehow, it reassured me.

I bite my lip hard and glance around the bedroom. “So, where is he?” I question and turn back to his lazy frame.

He shrugs, “Dunno.” He says.

“To busy killing other people's fathers and uncles to care about me then?” I snicker, shaking my head. I swat away a lone tear that falls pass my cheeks. “It's not like it would matter anyway because I don't want him here.” I mumble.

His fingers fidget with the black bedding and he doesn't connect our eyes. “It's not like that, Soph, you and I both know that. Look, I'm sorry for your loss but you can't b—”

“Oh don't give me that bullshit.”

“Well. I think you need to hear it.”

“No. I really don't, especially from you.”

“Sophia, don't be hard like that.”

I chew on my lip and fling the blanket off me, it's suddenly getting way too hot in here. “How's my aunt doing?”

He smiles— it's one of those shy and boyish smiles that I know probably has my aunt weak in her knees when he throws it her way like that. “I'm working on keeping her calm through it all but you know how closed off she is.”