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-Othello-
I must have drifted off because when I wake up, Billie is curled up into me, pressing out interlocked hands against her heart. My heart leaps in my throat as I stare at her, she means more to me than she knows. Every smile, every softly spoken word ingrained in my mind. How could I possibly corrupt her? I couldn’t do that to her. I won’t. She might want to fix me, but I can’t be fixed and taped up.
Slowly, I pry my hand away from hers and hold my breath as she groans, snuggling deeper into my chest. A part of me wants to stay, but I know I can’t. I made a mistake coming here. Carefully, I slip out of the bed, tugging on my shoes and mostly dry jacket.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I boil a pot of soup for her when she wakes and clean up the shattered cup on the floor. Why am I doing any of this? Why can’t she ever leave my mind? I’m not going to hurt her, I’ll leave before she can ever really get close to me.
She’s already tangled in my soul.
Pouring the soup into a bowl I cover it up to keep it warm and place some painkillers next to some tea. This isn’t acting like someone who doesn’t care, Othello. I scold myself but make no move to change. Sparing one last moment, I glance at her open bedroom door to see her laying in bed with a peaceful look on her face. How could I destroy that? Running a hand through my hair I slip out the door, not looking back.
~~~~Billie~~~~
A groan leaves my mouth as I turn over expecting to feel the firmness of Othello's body but met nothing but cold sheets. He left. Well of course he left, why would he stay? I hate to admit it but it hurts, him leaving. Gingerly, I roll out of bed feeling only slightly better after my nap.
It takes about a few seconds to realize that, one, othello made me soup and set out painkillers for me, two, he left me. Maybe he does care, but if he won’t acknowledge his feelings, then what good are they to me? Grumpily, I rub my eyes and down the medication, taking a few bites of the cold soup. Microwaving is too much work right now. I’m not gonna lie, it does sting. The fact that he just walked out, then again he doesn’t really have a reason to stay. If he’s never going to acknowledge his feelings and leave me hanging only throwing out scraps to keep me coming back I’m not going to do it. I have enough heartache on my own. Grumbling to myself, I flopped on the couch, wishing the rook was here. He’d give me one of his stern “you can do better” speeches, he always sounded so passionate about life, and love. Everything made sense around him and now he’s gone, and I’m losing control.
Knock knock knock. My brows furrow as I shout out a raspy “come in”. Arwen peeks in his shaggy head with a concerned look on his face.
“Othello told me you were sick, so I figured I’d check up on you.” Of course, he did. I shrug and motion him inside.
“It’s just a cold, no reason to worry.” Now it’s Arwen's turn to shrug.
“Well if you don’t mind I’ll stay here just a little to make sure u don’t die.” I crack a slight smile and nod, letting him come join me on the sofa.
“Although I can’t say I’ll be much entertaining company.” He rolls his eyes and tosses a blanket on me, ruffling my hair.
“Oh please, you’ve never been bored in your life.” His eyes glitter under my many colorful lights. What is even going on? I’m overthinking things. Why overthink them when I can just think?
“Tell me what ur thinking behind that thick ass forehead of yours.”Arwen pokes a finger at my forehead and I stare at him incredulity
“Just about my brother,” I murmur, deciding to be truthful to him and not hide behind curtains. He quirks a brow.
“Which one do you have, like 7?” He chuckles and lounges on my couch only inches apart. Should I tell him? Might as well have nothing to hide. Anyway, I think these painkillers are loosening my tongue.
“He wasn’t at the show, he’s at the hospital.” Arwen's puppy dog eyes widen and his hands find mine in a reassuring grip.
“Oh my god, Billie I’m so sorry what happened?” The pity on his face makes my stomach turn as I whisper.
“He’s in a coma.” I try to smile reassuringly but it wobbles and I feel my eyes prickle with tears. Oh, rook, what am I going to do without you? No Billie, he’s not gone. He’s still alive.
“Oh Billie,” Arwen whispers and he gently pulls me towards him letting me rest my head on his chest.
“I’m so sorry.” I just nod, and we sit there in silence for god only knows how long. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to.
I’m so tired.
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