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Chapter 68: Dahlia Harper

 "I figured you two could use this more than anyone." I attempt to utter in the most gentle tone I could.

It had been five hours since Jeremy was administered to the hospital. My best bet was that it was anaphylaxis, and because of how late Jeremy arrived at the hospital, things were not looking up.

My heart clenches at the sight of the weary looking couple that clung to one another in one of the hardest moments of their lives as they graciously accepted the coffee I was offering them. However neither one took a sip.

Aunt Jules had her head on her husband's shoulder as Uncle Josh stroked her bicep.

Her auburn hair that normally blazed so brightly, was sullen just like her expression.

The both of them looked exhausted, and I could feel my heart cracking.

A small sniffle escapes Aunt Jules as she met my gaze, her eyes bloodshot as darkness enveloped the skin under her eye. Yet she still forced a weary smile. "You've done enough Lia, you poor thing, you should head home. It's so incredibly late."

No way in Hell.

My dad left to deal with something, leaving me in-charge of my parents' closest friends, and the two individuals who have sought out to do whatever for my siblings and I.

Shaking my head firmly as I lowered myself onto a chair next to Aunt Jules and gently took her free hand. "I'm not leaving, you guys can't get rid of me."

Both of their expressions softened.

Uncle Josh wipes his weary eyes as a low curse escapes him under his breath as if he was pained.

I return Aunt Jules' hand, and she gently lifts it and strokes his chest in order to calm him.

My heart clenched, their love was so fiery at times. However, it had its moments of vulnerability. Shared moments just for the two of them to hug closely to their chests.

I ached for that.

I ached for someone who's chest I could hide in during moments of grief, who I myself could hold in a comforting grip.

Aunt Jules returns her gaze to me as a soft chuckle escapes her, "You're the spitting image of your mother."

A soft smile lifts my lips at the sound of that. I loved my Mother, and if I bore any resemblance to her in the eyes of others, then I was completely satisfied.

Speaking of my Mother, her fashion show was closing in.

It was a few days after Anastasia's birthday, meaning after flying to Eladora, everyone would be flying to Washington in honour to celebrate her designs.

The issue was, everything was slowly crumbling apart.

Anastasia's closest friends were Callum and Jeremy, the three of them had been close ever since they made acquaintances the moment they were all born.

My heart cracked for the poor girl, she has had such a rough past couple of days. Now to make it worse, her two best friends were in ruins.

Jeremy was on a hospital table.

While Callum had stormed out in a fit of rage.

I anxiously bit my nail on my thumb, Callum was never one to lash out in anger. He merely mocked you to his heart's content.

So this? This was awful.

Everything was a disaster, and I had felt like such a failure. I was supposed to keep a lookout for my brothers.