Her - S01 E16

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Her - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

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Olivia Woods

Ashton and I didn't talk for three days.

It killed me. Every time I thought of him I felt horrible. Maybe I was pushing him too far. Pushing them too far.

Zavier woke me up with breakfast in bed. I knew he knew about my fight with Ashton, but he didn't say a word.

He sat down behind me, pulling me to his chest as he leaned against the headboard. He cut the pancake, and I stared at the knife.

It was a tiny knife.

He had slowly started letting me see knives. It was working. The rush of panic was there, but it was muffled.

I clutched the fork, eating silently. Today was the first day and my stomach flipped every time I thought of it.

He heard the change in my breathing. "I'm here." He stroked his hands on my shoulder, gently digging his thumbs in. "It'll be fun, no?"

"I don't know...," I sighed. "What if I mess up? What if there is something so basic everyone knows but I don't and the professor mentions it in the class and everyone gets it and I don't and I look around like an idiot and someone just throws me out?"

He was silent for a moment. "How long have you been thinking of that one?"

I turned. "It's a possibility!"

He cupped my face, looking into my eyes. His thumbs gently stroked my cheekbones. He dropped a kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering. "You're brave," he whispered. "You've faced people scarier than the nerds who are going to be in your class."

"All artists are not nerds-"

"You're a nerd."

"And you're mean."

He smiled and my panic relaxed its hold on me just a little. "You're a talented, beautiful nerd, Kitten. No one is going to throw you out. Arnaud decided to invite you after sitting with you for just a few minutes." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You said you wanted it all. Now it's time to get it."

I gulped. "What if I screw everything up?"

"But..." He kissed me again. "What if you don't?"

. . .

"Am I dying?" She asked me. "I am dying," she decided. "I am shaking. Everything is shaking. Is there an earthquake?"

I just watched her. "What are you even doing in art history?"

"I like art," she showed me her hands which had sunflowers painted on them today. "Adore it."

"You're really good at it."

"Don't say that. I've seen your art. This is not art. This is a mockery of art. It is Artkery."

I smiled. "Those sunflowers are absolutely beautiful and that's an interesting word."

She grinned. "Artkery. TM."

We were the first ones to class. I had made Zavier drive me here as soon as I could get him out. He grumbled about me being a nerd again and then gave me a very public kiss in front of the building.