"I said go away!" I scream my voice cracking slightly.
The handle rattles and for a second I think the person might actually listen and leave but instead the door slowly opens and as light from the hallway spills across the floor I push myself up on my elbows, irritated and exhausted at the same time.
"What part of go away was unclear..."
The words die in my throat because it isn’t Zane standing in the doorway.
It’s Aaron.
He steps inside slowly, closing the door behind him without making much noise.
His eyes immediately take in my face, seeing the tear stains, tje swollen eyes and the way I’m still half curled on the bed.
Neither of us says anything as I sit up slowly, brushing at my face with the sleeve of my shirt.
"What do you want!?" I ask.
The question comes out harder than I intended bt Aaron doesn’t react to the tone though, he just leans casually against the wall near the door.
Not too close, giving me space.
I let out a tired breath and rub my forehead.
"Sorry," I mutter.
"I didn’t mean to snap at you."
Aaron stays quiet.
I look down at my hands.
"It’s just..."
The words get stuck halfway out, I swallow and try again.
"The whole thing is... a lot."
My voice sounds smaller than I’d like.
"Today has been... a lot for me."
Aaron nods once, like he understands exactly what I mean.
I glance up at him again.
"So," I say tiredly.
"What did you come up here for?"
Aaron doesn’t answer my question immediately. He just stands there for a moment, leaning his shoulder lightly against the wall beside the door, his arms loosely crossed. His eyes move across the room slowly before settling back on me.
The silence isn’t uncomfortable but it isn’t easy either.
Finally he says, "I just wanted to check in on you."
I sit there on the bed for a second, staring at the comforter under my hands. The fabric is slightly wrinkled from where I collapsed on it earlier, mt fingers absentmindedly smooth a crease that refuses to go away.
"I’m fine," I say after a moment
Even to my own ears tht sounds unconvincing but Aaron doesn’t call me out on it though.
I force out a small breath and push some hair back from my face.
"I just..." I pause, trying to find the right way to say it.
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