Chapter 124
- HAZEL -
All teens find it hard to let go of their mobile devices. Some even throw a tantrum and act like the world has ended when it’s taken from them. . . We’ve all been through this cycle, at least, till something terrifying happens that we are too shaken to hold our devices and want to disappear from the face of the earth.
I sigh, staring at the ceiling in Killian’s room. He’s not here with me. Killian is in the bathroom, his overly tidy ass is brushing his teeth before bed. Pfft, I don’t even brush my teeth after dinner!
The thought makes me chuckle slightly.
My hands are tucked behind my head on top of a pillow and I resume my thoughts. I never thought I would want to be far away from my phone like I do right now. I never thought we were separable but with every breath I take, with every passing second, despite trying to shake it off, I can’t help but be reminded that I could get an email from the school board requesting my presence for a meeting I so much dread having.
My throat feels tight and my air flow seems cut off. I sit up straight to check if the change in position will help me catch my breath. It did. A huff escapes my lips. Just by my bed side is my phone, fully charged, because I’ve not used it all day and I didn’t have the urge to hold it even once.
Fear really is something that keeps people bottled up in a corner for a very long time. It’s something no one likes facing despite it being inevitable. I lean my hand forward to grab my phone. Whether I like it or not, waiting won’t change my fate so it’s best I accept it now that I still have the courage.
“Something bothering you, kitten?” Killian’s voice makes my eyes shoot up to face him. In a deep grey, long sleeve shirt and ash pants is Killian, standing right in front of his bed. My fingers retract from my phone.
I shake my head and force a smile. “Not much.” I say. Lying to him won’t help my cause, he’ll see right through me so I’m going with the truth.
“Then what’s occupying your thoughts other than me?”
His words makes a half smile form across my face. I tilt my chin up. “What makes you think I’m not thinking about you?”