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𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆- chapter 14

Hazel:
cold.

It's too cold.

I feel the cold wind on my naked back, too cold.

I open my eyes, feel the bed, looking for Dust, but he's not there.

I'm starting to get stressed, he must have gone down, right? Maybe he's just eating?

I remember what happened yesterday, and I can barely move.

I am sore, but good pain, different pain.

I'm naked in his room, and I think I don't want Miss Avery to see me like this.

I take his shirt and his boxer that are on the dresser, the shirt is soaked in his scent .

Did I lost my virginity?

For who I always wanted?

Yes.

And it was amazing. But strange.

For a whole year he didn't talk to me, he did not
approach me.

Why now?

Why is he remembering to do that now?

I can still feel his lips on my lips, their taste.

I move my thumb on my lower lip, she's swollen and the cut from Dust's bite is still there.

I slowly sneak into my room, I'm still sore, wearing my underwear, wearing shorts over them as well.

The amazing smell coming from the kitchen fills my nose, I decide to go downstairs directly to the kitchen.

I'm in a good mood, I feel better than any other day that has been until now.

I'm sure Dust is waiting downstairs, he's waiting for me.

I get to the kitchen, but he's not there. It cant be that he is not here. Where does he have to go?

"Hey sweetie, are you hungry?" Miss Avery hands
me a plate full of pancakes, but the urge to eat is over.

"Thank you," I say with a smile and take the plate from her.

"Maybe you..." I stutter.

"Do you know where Dust is?" I ask, she puts a huge smile on her face and finishes drinking her glass of water.

"He left this morning! To the college he was admitted to," she says and my body begins to tremble.

he left?

It can't be.

Yesterday he kissed me, he touched me, he was with me.

He took from me what he had always wanted.

"Did he leave?" I ask again in a fragile voice, she notices it, you can see it on her face.

She nods and turns around, cleaning the pan in which she made the pancakes.

"Thanks for the food," I smile painfully and leave the
table, running to his room.

Maybe he left a note?

He would not leave without telling me, writing to me, texting me.

He didn't leave a note, I didn't find anywhere.

I go to my room, look for my phone, and go into Dust's chat.

We haven't spoken there in years.

Still, no message.

He left me without telling me.

He took what he wanted and left.

And again he left me alone.

I hate to cry, I stopped crying as soon as I realized it would not help me.