𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

26 : h u r t

I lay on dahlia's bed, alone. I blink, swallowing the lump in my throat. It feels as if I get out of bed, everything will fall apart— more than it already has.

There's this unwanted feeling in my chest, it's unexplainable. I could never possibly put all my feelings into words, they're too— I'm too complicating. 

I didn't want to do it. I never wanted to hurt Nico, I truly never did. Believe me, that was never my intention.

As much as it kills me, In a way, it's my fault more than it is Dante's. I blindly let him walk into my life, slowly watching as he destroyed me, ruining every single part of me— and I sat there doing nothing.

I grab my inhaler from the bed side table, bringing it to my mouth. When I try to take a puff and nothing comes out, horror fills my veins.

No, no, no, not right now.

Knowing there isn't anything inside panics me, and I don't know what to— I close my eyes, trying to ease my breathing.

Slow, Lina.

I unconsciously stand up when it feels as if my lungs are squeezing. Goosebumps run through my whole body— if I take a step I think i'll collapse out of fear.

Okay, I cant breathe— I seriously can't. I blink when I feel like my heart is being twisted.

Screw it, he's my only hope.

I walk out of dahlias room, not paying attention to my shaky hand. I can't help it, it just happens.

The tears that brim im the corners of my eyes blur my vision, which makes it hard to see. But I don't care.

I stand in front of Nico's room, too in the moment to be bothered, I walk in without knocking. That's how desperate I am.

After what I said to him, he'd probably want me to die and witness it.

He wouldn't do that, I know it. He's Nicolas, If you'd shoot him, I'm sure he'd be the one apologizing for standing in the wrong area.

I swallow the lump in my throat when I find his standing figure next to his white drawers. He stands there, shirtless. He doesn't move, he stares blankly at me.

What if Dante does something to him? Nico's strong, but his problem is caring too much. He carries so much love, it physically hurts.

I try my best to collect myself, staring at him with nothing but hatred. I eye him up and down with disgust. "I want my inhaler." I say it confidently, and harshly— at least I try to.