This is a book full of pain, love, lust, happiness, and unanswered questions. I hope it leaves you thinking about it for the rest of the day and brings YOU some joy and entertainment
I absolutely love writing about Oscar because of the endless poss...
I woke up to a pain in my chest and sore eyes, when I looked around I realized it's not my bed I'm sprawled out in, i thought everything that happened was a dream. it was pitch-black outside leaving just the streetlights to illuminate the room, my eyes wandered around the darkness stopping on the lit up clock
2 32 AM
I looked down at my body feeling that I wasn't wearing my dress, Instead I was wearing a big baggy shirt
and then what really happened last night hit me again, hard. I felt the tears coming back as I got up stumbling towards the door. my breathing got heavy, it felt like someone took the lungs from my body
I opened the door looking around, it was all so overwhelming, the image of Olivia and ruby lying lifeless infront of me kept replaying in my head
"delilah" I only just heard Oscar's low sleepy voice over my pounding heartbeat and looked up to vaguely see him walking towards me I tried to push him away but he didn't budge, holding me while I cried.
"why aren't I the one who got shot, I should've told them to get down" I choked on my words
"you did nothing wrong" I felt him let go of me but still kept a hold of his waist. my mind made me believe if I let go id fall through the floor
"you need to go back to sleep" he sighed wiping my tear stained cheek
but then I remembered my abuelita
"no no my abuelita doesn't know I'm here" I started to worry. every emotion I have feels 10x worse than It should.
" she knows. I talked to her, you need to sleep" he pried me off him taking my hand and pulling me back into whoevers room I was in. "who's room is this" I asked trying to distract myself from the image of my friends
"mine" he said kind of embarrassed
"you could've stayed in ceasers room but that shits a mess" he chuckled softly wiping his hand over his tired face
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(not a single bed, js half of the room)
this is exactly how I imagined it to be, not that I imagined myself in his room or anything
his bed is the comfiest thing I've ever layed on and his pillows smell good
I got comfy again, but my heart felt sore and heavy. "oscar" I said before he got the chance to leave the room part of me thought latrelle would come back
"can you stay with me" I asked quietly I don't feel safe being in here alone
It was dark so I couldn't see anything, but I heard the door shut, assuming that he left, I felt another tear roll down my cheek. only seconds later I felt the covers lift up, and his warm body lie right next to mine
"thank you" I whispered dozing off, dreaming that Olivia's Quince went a whole different direction, latrelle wasn't there, Olivia and ruby had the best night ever, not in hospital.
