After Solitude

Chapter 51

Zoey's POV

Brina scrambles around the room, trying everything she can to help Poppy while I cry into Wyatt's shirt.

"Get her out of here!" Brina yells, annoyed with my childlike emotions.

She's my best friend, how could I not cry?

"Okay, doll. Come on, let's go. Brina's got this." Wyatt coos as he shuffles me out of the door with Nik and Jett following behind.

"No! One of you have to be with her! Please." I tell them.

I don't want her to be alone.

"I'll go back." Jett tells us.

Nik pats Jett's back before he goes back into the room and we go into the sunroom.

Usually, this room calms me down. But right now all I can think about is Poppy and her blue face. Her poor blue face.

The once sunny warm windows are now dimmed with cloudy skies and wind. I love the winter, especially Christmas, it just doesn't seem right to be excited about anything right now.

The room is still tranquil despite every horrible thing going on.

Snow begins to dance in the sky until it hits the ground, fluffy snowflakes, small snowflakes, and the big chunky ones. Strange how none of them are the exact same, there are millions of them.

"I have an idea." Nik says, wiping a tear off my face that is stained in pain. "I'll be right back, love."

I nod and watch him leave the room.

Two muscular arms wrap around me, "everything will be fine, doll. I'm sure of it." Wyatt assures.

I turn and throw my arms around his neck, returning his hug.

I appreciate them trying so hard. I feel guilty that they wanted to give me more attention for how I reacted to Jett's stance on the situation. He wanted to kill her! Or as he put it, to be put out of her own misery. Brina quickly turned that down though. I think she only snapped on me because she couldn't think through hearing me cry.

"Hey." Wyatt says, pulling out of the hug to look me in the eyes.

His eyes search deeply into mine with his pupils minutely dilating. Hopefully that intense feeling isn't a bad one.

After seeing me like this, I'd think I was a big baby.

Wyatt doesn't say a word, he just watches me while softly gazing into my eyes. Or rather my soul because I can't even look away. I feel as if he's reading every story about me and loving me anyways.

His face slowly inches closer towards mine with no objections from me.

My eyes close feeling his soft, serene lips move against mine. My eyes roll back under my tilted eyelids. My lips tingle as his kiss hold something different. A promise.

When he pulls away, we both smile at each other. Not because something was funny, but because it was so easily comfortable to speak without words.

Nik returns with a huge maroon, heavy looking blanket, a large bag that seems to be filled to the brim with snacks, and a small stack of books under his arm.

Wyatt rushes over to help Nik before things topple over.

"I got a little bit of everything. We can distract ourselves until Brina is done." Nik informs.

I smile at them. All three of them are just so perfect.

I grab The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. I've never really been into poetry but I've heard so many good things about this Poe guy so now is the perfect time to give it a try.