My eyes fluttered open and I took in my surroundings. I was home. You know when you have stared at one thing for so long that you just instantly know when you come across it again? It was like that. That one patch of off-tone white on my ceiling told me everything I needed to know. I sat up, my head groggy and clouded by a layer of dust and placed my head in my hands, sighing. After a few seconds, I noticed how strangely bright it is outside and reach over wearily to pick up my phone from where I'd previously spotted it on my bedside table. The screen blared and my eyes began to sting. I closed them and opened them again, hearing an unusual silence echo through the house.
At the soft knock on the door, I heaved my weak limbs off my bed, my legs tingling as I placed them on the floor. I hadn't walked for at least a day and a half. As I walked, I started to get my pace back, the nerves in my brain once again strengthening their loose connections. The stairs creaked under my weight, the anticipation building with every step I took. Opening the door, I admired the face I'd longed to see for the past two days (Asleep or not). She was breathtaking. Her stunning auburn hair, curled loosely, hanging just above her shoulders and her forest green eyes mixed with a tinge of light blue, once again sent me to another realm. Then, I found my gaze lowering to her lips. I let every thought flood
I watched her from across the table. I watched the tears form in her eyes. I watched the expression on my mom's face turn to worry. I couldn't do anything. I felt so helpless. All I wanted to do was hug Thalia and tell her everything would be okay. She recited story after story of her home life. Broken glass; shed tears. The days she was beaten, the days sat in fear that her dad wouldn't come home and the days she thought they wouldn't even be able to pay rent. When she finished her story, she broke into a fit of sobs. In response, I placed my hand on her shoulder and she leant into my touch.
I couldn't sleep. I could hear her breathing beside me; I could almost feel her touch on my skin. I was facing the wall, listening to every rise and fall of her stomach. Scrunching my eyes shut, I breathed deeply, trying to drown out the thoughts of her. After barely three minutes, I gave up, turning around to see where she was laying- facing me. She was so peaceful. She was so beautiful. I breathed out slowly.I watched as her chest heaved up and down, watched the slight flutter of her eyelids
Kye's POVI watched them walk in together. She was so happy. To think I'd spent all morning worrying about what I was going to say- what I was going to do. I wondered if she'd ever l
Thalia's POVThere was something so special about her. I was a better person when I was with her; I was happier when was with her. For a long time, everything had fallen to pieces then she ju
There was a hole in my heart. The minute she'd walked away, a gaping hole began to grow and it hadn't stopped. Not even during the eight whole days, she'd ignored me. You'd think it were impossible to ignore someone you lived with but somehow she did. She slept on the floor- waking when I slept and sleeping when I woke. She left early and came home late. Even through the weekend, she'd been out. I had promised Ali I would spend the weekend with her and I had stayed true to that promise. Now, as the sun set on a full school week without seeing her face, I missed her touch, I missed her laughter.
Kye's POVI didn't mean to do it. I was drunk and mad and so deeply in love that it just overcame me. I watched Mel look at that girl in a way she'd never looked at me. I watched Thalia's hand snake around her waist and I couldn't hold it in. I didn't want to hurt her. Okay, maybe I did. I wanted to hurt her for being able to capture the heart of the girl I could never quite clasp. Even as I screamed at her, I could feel every ounce
I shut the curtains and turned to Thalia who was sprawled out on my bed."Get up!" I moaned, shoving her aside a little and plonking myself on the bed right beside her. W