Fake Hearts On Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

“How much longer do we have to wait till she wakes up?” “Relax, Ava. You heard the doctor, we need to give her time. Lila is fine.” “But..” “Ava!” “Sorry, sorry. I am just worried…. I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive myself if anything bad happens to her.” “Me too.” “As her brother, I share the biggest responsibility, the biggest blame, leaving her in the hands of that bastard just because she threw a tantrum. If not for Ethan…. I don’t know if…” “Can we stop thinking about bad things? The last thing Ava needs is us blaming each other. What has happened has happened, the best thing to do now is to take better care of her when she wakes up.” My eyes slowly unfurled; that voice, the familiar sounds that kept mumbling close to me, forced me out of my slumber. My eyes locked on the ceiling, familiar but not exactly mine. My eyes flickered over and over, light breath escaped through my mouth, my heart beat slow and steady. Something is resting on my hands, warm, wide, and soft.

The door to the room creaked open, I was sitting in my room, leaning back on the pillow. My eyes were looking out the window, just staring into space. The door creaked open, and Mason walked in with a tray of cake and water. His lips curled into a smile as he placed it on the table next to me. He didn't force me to eat. Ava followed, she sat next to Mason naturally, which snapped something inside of me. The way she sighed and automatically leaned on him. Huh? “Okay, today we are reading this tweet I saw on Reddit… Oh my.” Ethan’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. “Oh let’s hear it… All of a sudden, this is like one of my favorite parts of the day.” Mason laughed. Mine too. Ethan has been reading tweets and it’s been like a mini podcast in my room. It's not chaotic but it’s loud, only because Ava is very sensitive but I don’t mind. “So there is this girl, who bought a van and decided to live in it but her twin sister gambled and used her sister’s van as collateral. Now, she d

“What are you doing?” I asked, softly, stepping out to the back of the house. Ethan and Mason’s house have a huge back, wide enough to be called a field….okay maybe a field is an exaggeration but that doesn’t explain the pillows, the blanket sitting on the floor, or the strands of light hanging on the wall around, or the big white screen in the middle or the bottles of coca cola and orange juice or the tray of cake.Oh, is he expecting some friends over? Is he having a party with his team? My eyes scanned the beautiful arrangement Do; the sun was setting. It would be lovely to join them. Do you think he would let me if I asked?His low groan caught my attention, yanking me out of my thoughts and I settled on him. His fingers dragged through his hair, eyes on me.Huh?“You were not supposed to see this, at least….not yet.” He grumbled, pouting.Huh?Am I missing something?“Did I ….ruin something?” I asked.“Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise.” He frowned.“A surprise?” I asked.He

I stood outside the convenience store, my legs glued to the ground, my eyes everywhere. I was slowly losing my breath, and I was choking. I couldn’t see anything in front of me clearly, it was just like that night. The night I burst through Jake’s front door and ran in that red lingerie, across the street. Everyone turned to look at me, turning to each other, whispering to themselves, wondering if I was sane. In the world where people do everything and anything for content for social, seeing a woman wear lingerie in public while running, is no issues but no one cared to reach for me. They laughed and pointed at me while my legs bled as I ran faster than I could. Jake is not here. That night happened weeks ago…. I am safe. I am at a convenience store with Ethan. I am fully clothed. No one knows me. It’s just me … it’s just Ethan and me. “You can wait in the car, Lila.” Ethan’s voice, low, barely audible, only because my head turned his voice out. That voice pulled me back, remin

She sat there, swinging her legs like a kid, excited as she laughed, hard and hard over my silly dad joke. It’s become a habit for me. Every day, I find myself scrolling through TikTok to find more dad jokes to tell her, because I can’t afford to see that smile on her face.x But seriously, how did she manage to ruin my kitchen? I really want to tease her so badly, but hungry Lila is not one to be messed with. I slid the plate of pasta and chicken breast before her, and I set one for myself too. She clasped her hands together, this awe, spread across her face. She gazed at me then back at the plate, “What if it doesn’t taste as good as it looks?” She teased obviously, the corner of her lips fighting not to spread wide into a blown laugh. Is she talking about my cooking even after the mess she made? “Don’t eat it then.” I pouted as I reached for the plate of pasta. I pouted? Oh my goodness, since when do I pout?“No!” She caught my hands immediately, “Even if it tastes like shit,