The Light You Give

Extended 4.

Spring break - HUGE TW ED DEPICTIONS. Do not read if it may trigger you. This is a very long chapter also (11k words)

I wandered around the airport in search of something to snack on while I awaited my boarding call. I stopped at a nearby cafe and ordered myself a coffee.

My eyes were wide open, my brain felt foggy and distant.

"Lacey." The barista calls sliding an iced coffee across the bench.

"Thanks." I say with a small smile, taking the coffee gratefully as I make my way back to the gate lounge.

I walk slowly, my eyes scanning the airport. Everything was happening, but I wasn't really present. I was going home, and I felt like I'd just drunk fourteen kegs. Without the searing headache and vomiting. I hadn't actually drunk since my dad called. I spent the next week half asleep. Staying in bed.

I plonked down in my seat and sipped on my coffee carelessly. My knee tapping anxiously. My stomach an absolute mess.

The next two weeks were going to be. Interesting. To say the least.

My boarding call finally came, as I made my way to the bin and threw my empty coffee in. Before lining up to scan my ticket and board the plane.

"Seventh row, second seat on the left." The flight attendant directs me. I nod thanks and make my way to my seat.

I casually glance at the person in the window seat, next to where I was sitting and almost froze.

He's typing away on his phone, his right knee tapping anxiously. He did usually get anxious flying.

"Excuse me love your holding up the line." The man behind me says tapping me on the shoulder.

"Sorry." I apologise, shaking my head. I placed my bag into the overhead locker and sat down in the seat next to him, clipping on my seat belt.

"Hi." I say quietly. Seth's head flicks to me and his face drops. My heart wrenches at his reaction.

"Lacey." He says with a polite nod. Before returning to his phone. I flinch at the politeness.

We sit in silence. My heart beat thrumming in my ears, I'm afraid he might hear it. My brain was no longer foggy, all of my senses were heightened.

Eventually the flight begins to taxi across the runway. Seth's hand clench each other tightly at the movement.

"What is everyone going to say." I whisper, closing my eyes and pulling in a shaky voice.

"You haven't told them?" He asks me, giving me a thoughtful glance.

"No." I reply shaking my head.

"Neither." He says, letting out a sigh.

"How have you been?" I ask him cautiously. Hoping he would have felt at least half of what I was feeling.

"Well, not great. But I'm sure you already knew that." He snaps, making me flinch.

"How would I already know that?" I reply, keeping my voice quiet.

"Didn't you send Max to try talk to me? Make things better. You sent him to do damage control?" He snaps angrily. My eyebrows draw together in confusion.

"I haven't spoken to Max since that night he was comforting me. I told him specifically to leave it. So no. I didn't send him to do 'damage control.'" I retort, giving him an angry glare.

"You have no right to be mad at me." He says, responding to my glare.

"Really? Because you ended our relationship off of your insecurities. Didn't even try to listen to me. Brushed me off every time I came to sort it out. You were so set on me cheating on you that you didn't actually look to see how much your accusations fucking hurt me." I say to him, aggression and frustration building up inside me.