LOGINHe stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. Then he locked it. I was sitting on my bed, waiting with my heart racing.
He looked at me and took his time just looking. I was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra. It was simple and accessible. My hair was down and my face was clean, so I felt pretty.Neither of us spoke at first because the tension was thick. It felt different from the other nights since this was the last one, the end."Stand uHis eyes were on me, dark, hungry, and desperate. Matching mine exactly."How much longer can you do this?" His voice was rough."I don't know," I whispered honestly. "I'm trying—""Stop trying," he interrupted, very desperately. "Just come back. Please."I was so torn. I wanted to, so badly. But the question was still unanswered in my head.His hand reached out and cupped my face. I leaned into it automatically, closed my eyes, and lived in the moment.His thumb stroked my cheek very gentle. "I miss you."Tears started forming in my eyes eyes. "I miss you too so much."The tears broke, and fell off my left eye.He stepped closer, and our bodies were almost touching. Then he brought his hand down to my waist.My hands went to his chest, and I felt his heartbeat racing. Like mine.The electricity between us was always there. It never faded, and it was consuming everything.My resistance was weakening. "We can't—""I know—"We both knew.But neither of us remembers who moved first. It d
The next day started in a whole new way. There's no more avoiding. Be civil. Show Mom and Dad how very close we are. Be the perfect siblings.We had breakfast together with Mom and Dad, both polite and present. The acting was so real that I was equally as thrilled as they both were. It felt really nice, truthfully."See! They worked it out!" Mom said to Dad.Dad agreed with him, and he even spoke about how he and Aunt Anna used to be like complete enemies when they were younger. "It's all normal. Trust me, when you get older you'll appreciate every moment, the fight, the happiness, the support and the fact that you both grew up together. Thomas my elder brother, of blessed memory was the one that used to separate us. But right now we appreciate everything. Just know when it's getting more than you both can handle."More than what we can handle?The truth was nothing had worked out. We were just better actors, and is there anything about t
It's day five, and the pattern only continued.Today, I decided it was going to be in my room the whole day. I skipped breakfast, and everything I was going to do was on my bed.I could hear him downstairs with our Mom and Dad.My phone was beside me on my bed.An unexpected knock came on my door at about 9 AM. "Scarlett?"Mom.Shit."Come in," I called out, sitting up fast with my laptop open.Mom entered with a very concerned face. She sat on my bed. "We need to talk."Uh oh."I'm working," I tried, showing her my screen.She wasn'tdeterred."What's going on with you and Jax?" I deflected. "Nothing. We've both been busy. Ask him, he's been busy."Mom shook her head. "You're avoiding him. It's very obvious now."I can't deny that."We're just in different places," I admitted, struggling to explain. "It's complicat... It's not... It's not complicated, we're just growing up."Mom's worry was very clear and obvious."It's just it Mom. Growing up."Tears started forming on my face. I co
Day three of space, and it was starting to become very unbearable.My new strategy was to avoid him completely. Wake up earlier and leave before he's up.I set my alarm for 6:00 AM. I'll fix something for my self. Breakfast alone would be safer.It worked. The kitchen was empty when I got downstairs. Mom was not down yet, and i had coffee, by myself.I left the house before anyone else woke up.My guilt at actively avoiding him was growing. This wasn't just space. This was running. But it felt necessary.I went to a coffee shop paid for a drink, dropped it on the table, pulled out my laptop and started working. Time passed. Morning started turning into afternoon, and that space, being outside of the house gave me the chance to be able to do work. Real work.I didn't return until past 8 PM. They've already had dinner.Mom had saved me a plate. She saw me when she wanted to get out of the kitchen, so she just turned in and started reheating it."You missed dinner." She asked when I go
The ray of the orange morning light shown across the room, waking me up, and the first thing I did was remember last night. The conversation, and the pain returned immediately. Freshly.I checked my phone. There were no messages from him. And I could say i expected My certainty was still there though. I did the right thing. It's painful, very painful but still the right thing to do.Time to get up. Shower, get ready and have a boring day.Down the hall, Jax was probably waking up too. In his room where he'd barely slept, I was guessing, probably staring at his ceiling, replaying our conversation, and every single thing in his head again.Everything I said, the questions i asked. They were probably killing him.His certainty was probably unchanged though. It's real, she'll see eventually.But the waiting, that has to be torture.I tried to get ready, and I did. It was my normal routine. The dread was real for both of us. How to act, what to say, and how to pretend everything is norma
I was pacing my room rehearsing words in my head that I knew would hurt him. My heart was racing, and i was literally dreading this conversation but I had to do it.The day was very short, and very long at the same time. It's just five minutes until midnight, and Mom and Dad were asleep. The house was very quiet.My certainty kept wavering. This was going to hurt us both so much. But it was necessary. I've texted him to come, and I'm waiting for his response, or knock on my door.My phone buzzed, and the screen lit up.Jax: "On my way"The soft knock came just a few minutes after I got the text. I'd been expecting it but it still made my heart jump.I took a deep breath. "Come in."He entered, closing the door behind him and locking it automatically. When he turned to face me he was smiling, and that made everything worse.He started coming toward me, his arms were already reaching to pull me close like this was normal. Like we were normal.I put my hand up. "Wait."He stopped immedia
I came downstairs and found that the house was quiet. Dad's most probably at work, and my mom was out, either at a charity meeting or at work also. I was alone in the house, which was good because I needed the quiet after that memory and had surfaced during the call with Nina.I decided
I had been sitting on my bed ever since the last memory flash hit me. I could not focus on anything at all. I could not work, and I could not relax. I was just waiting.I checked the time on my phone. It was just past 4. There were still hours until he would be home. Time was moving so s
He carried me from the glass room to my bedroom.I was still shaking, with my face buried in his neck and clinging to him tightly.My body was already gone and I felt completely boneless. It was a crazy struggle trying to hold myself up at all.He nudged the door open w
I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch.My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking.Except they weren'







