forelsket
(n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
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"Fuck you."
"When and where?"
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Fem oc x Male oc
Soccer/party girl x mechanic/nerd boy
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"WHAT'S going on, lad?" I heard Feely's voice from behind the closed bathroom door. "You said it was important."
"It's my sister," I heard my brother say with a tired sigh. "She's not eating."
"What do you mean she's not eating?"
"I mean exactly that, Feely."
"Well, when was the last time she ate?"
"She ate some toast on Friday, but then she threw up for an hour straight right after, lad. I don't know what's happening, and neither does Mam."
"Have you called a doc?"
"Tried, but Lily flat out refused to see one." There was a pause from my brother. "She's not talking to anyone and... you've always handled her depressive episodes better than anyone else."
When their voices became hushed, I just continued to stare at the tiled wall, sitting in a full bath with my knees pulled up to my chest.
I wasn't sure what day it was.
I wasn't even sure what time it was.
All I knew was that I didn't want to move from where I was, letting the days pass over me.
I just wanted to disappear.
To crawl into a hole and never come back out.
A gentle knock sounded at the door before it opened.
"Lils?"
I knew that voice.
It had been one I heard more times than I could count since I was a small girl.
"Aren't you cold?" Feely gently asked, closing the door behind him before crouching down beside the bath, worriedly looking at the side of my face. "Gibsie said you've been in here for hours."
I honestly didn't even know that.
All the days were starting to feel like one.
All the hours only felt like minutes.
When I didn't respond, he softly pushed my hair out of my face, using his other hand to test the water and cringe. "You're going to get sick," he whispered, tone coaxing and gentle. "I'm going to drain the bath and then help you out, okay?"
This was our routine.
Since I was younger, it was always Feely who stayed with me for hours or even days when I fell into a depressive episode. He would take care of me, from making food to helping me shower.
It was always Feely.
The boy who never asked me for anything that the other boys in this town would.
Keeping one hand gently on my face, Feely reached into the bathtub and pulled the plug from the drain.
