•Worst Cramps, Ginger Tea•

Never Again

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“I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes.”

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E V E L Y N•

Every night my thoughts weighed heavily on my soul, but every morning I'd get up to fight another day, and every night I survived.

With no sense of my surroundings, I really couldn't decipher where I was. All I could feel was my numb body being carried by strong arms, especially by the person, who loathed the very existence of mine.

The muffled, grave voices did nothing to bring me out of my comatose state. Finally, aware of the claustrophobic atmosphere, I tried bringing myself out of the numbness. I could mentally witness each and every action. Starting from the point where he carried me somewhere, the next thing I registered was my back touching a very comfortable sofa.

There were a few things that I could not decipher. Firstly, why did he even care? As far as I remember, Xavier absolutely hated me. It was expected of him to just leave me lying on the cold floor than carry me in