Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 206
He winked at me and a mischievous smile made its
way on his face, the sight too much for my heart to
bear in my half-awake daze. “Would have carried
you down so you wouldn’t wake up, but they said I
shouldn’t strain myself, so…”
In spite of myself, I let out a soft laugh but I was too
overwhelmed with the remnants of the dream to
come up with a reply.
“Let’s head home, yeah?” he suggested.
I nodded, asking him if it was okay for him to drive,
volunteering to drop him off at his house if he
wasn’t, but he said I shouldn’t bother. We agreed I’d
drive him back to Snowflake, where we left his car
almost two hours ago.
The silence was filled with the weight of all the things
we’d left unsaid.
I found myself pulling up on the parking lot
of Snowflake for the second time tonight. Seth and I
had been silent for most of the ride but when the car
came to an easy halt, he made no move to leave and
I realized I didn’t quite know what to tell Seth now
that we had the chance to talk.
We sat there, just a few inches apart, waiting for the
other to speak up. My gaze landed on the clock on
the dashboard and I waited until a minute passed
and the numbers 9:18 were blinking back at me.
Without looking at him, I said, “Why did you do it?”
There was a moment of silence as he considered
this, eyes fixed outside the window. “Why shouldn’t
I have?”
To this, I had no answer.
He shifted in his seat and finally turned to look at me.
There was a faint smile on his face, something I
could barely make out in the lack of light. “If it was
any other person, I would have done the same.”
It was only now that the relief finally crashed through
me. It came in a surge of wave that left me slumping
against my seat, shoulders sagging, like I’d lost all
my energy from all the worrying. “Thank you,” I
choked out, “thankyou so much.”
His lips tugged into a small smile. “Donating my
blood is better than, say, having it pouring out of my
menstruating foot, yeah?”
I let out a breathy laugh. I was about to say
something, but then his phone rang from his pocket.
He took it out and glanced at the screen.
His smile dissipated, and so did mine as I watched
his expression shift into a cold, icy look. I waited for
him to answer the call, but he merely switched it off
and placed it back into his pocket.
Something wasn’t right.
I swallowed, carefully watching his profile. “What is
it?”
His steely eyes were focused ahead, his jaw taut and
fists clenched.
I thought back to earlier this night.
We had both pushed past the main reason we were
together when Hail called, and after everything that
happened with Cedric, I’d almost forgotten about the
way he looked the first I saw him tonight—unkempt
and miserable and sad and unsteady—but now as I
looked at him, I couldn’t help the worry that
immediately seized my gut.
He took in a deep breath, taking his time to answer,
but he merely turned to me with a smile that wasn’t
quite real. He lifted a hand, and for a second I
wondered why, but then he placed it on top of my
head and started to ruffle my hair.
“I think we both need some rest.”
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