Hidden Secrets

50- Dehydration

"Is it better to speak or to die?" What is he on about?

"It's better to speak, I don't know what i'd do if you died"

"Can't live without me?" I lift my head from his shoulder just in time to watch the smirk i've been missing far to much rise on his face, the sparkle coming back into his eyes

"I take it back, I should know better than to raise your ego like that" I let out a laugh watching him fake being insulted

"There's my girl! I made you laugh!" A large grin dances across his features followed by gentle nudging into me, our eyes lock on one another

I roll my eyes at how proud he is of himself for the accomplishment, a large smile falling onto my lips as well, his capability to make me happy no matter the circumstance is a reoccurring realization, as if finding water after days in the Sahara desert, the shock and relief you feel stumbling over the rare substance, all the moments you spent wishing for its arrival finally over as you make your way towards it, people say the longer you go without it the more prone you can be to hallucinations of it and all I can think about standing here with him is how much I pray i'm not a victim to another mind trick from my own dehydration.

"Our friends are waiting, are you ready?"

"Yeah" I nod my head pushing off the floor in an attempt to stand up although I wince at the shooting pain throughout my elbow, the sudden feeling forcing me to allow myself to fall back to the ground

Before I can try and get up a familiar hand is reaching out towards my good arm, "You told me it was getting better" I look up at him to see his green eyes filling with worry

"I'll be okay, this was the last tournament of the season anyway" His eyes light up at my statement

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"So you can come to my last races?"

"I'll think about it" We walk out of the locker room with my stuff to find Lando and Sofiia leaning against a wall talking.

I try my best to ignore the latter part of our conversation as we leave the stadium but I can't forget it, I wanted to say yes immediately, that i'd be sitting in his garage in an outfit that clearly tells everyone who i'm here for, with headphones on so I can listen to his voice throughout the race but i'm scared, scared of what would happen if he means it as friends, scared that he'll realize he truly doesn't want me and i'll be flying 'home' from the race alone while he stays in lavish hotel rooms with random girls.

If I finally tell him the truth, that i've been in love with him most likely longer than i'd realized then maybe i'd find my oasis in the desert, but how can I be so sure when that beautiful blue liquid is only rumored to exist in such a climate, the most common occurrence for such a situation is hallucination, a facade that's tricked one to many and the last thing I want is to fall into that category once again.

Is it better to speak or to die?

Sofiia- "No more looking so depressed"

Lando- "Yeah, your favorite person is here be happy"

"Alesia's here?"

Sofiia- "Don't let Estella hear that"

Charles- "Wow!"