fragments → garmau • mcd au

[43] unreal • pt. 1

This might throw a lot of you off, but I will be doing POV changes now. Not very often, most chapters the POV will be Garroth's, but POV changes are essential for the next few chapters.

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-???-

"You want Aphmau, I want Garroth."

"Yes, I know, but doesn't this feel very wrong?"

"For love, it's not."

"But Garroth loves Aphmau! I may be slightly jealously but I don't want to tear them apart!"

"Do it, or I'm telling the school your secret."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me, Meteli. I'm tougher than you think."

"Fine, I'll do your stupid plan. But if something bad happens to either of them, like tragically horrid, then I'm telling headmaster."

"It'll be fine."

"Suit yourself, Azura."

•••

-Garroth-

"How are your ribs this morning?" Aphmau asked, and I gave a small nod, still trying to wake up entirely.

"Wake up sleepyhead, we have school." Aphmau laughs, and I groan.

She kisses me on the cheek, and I open my eyes just to see her hazel ones right in front of me.

"Good morning Garroth." She giggled, and she ruffled my already messy sandy-blonde hair, and continued getting ready.

I get out of the bed, rubbing my eye while getting my glasses. I slip them on and my vision is ten times clearer.

I walk over to Aphmau, who's sitting on a chair and getting ready, and kiss her head before walking downstairs to get changed.

I open my closet in the guest room, or essentially my room, and take out my lilac and blue cross shirt, and slip it on after taking off my grey shirt I wore to sleep.

I put on my jeans after removing my sweatpants, and go back upstairs to brush my teeth.

Inconvienient, I know.

I go into Aphmau's bathroom, and clean up. I finish and walk back out, to see Aphmau packing her bag.

"You almost done?" I ask, sitting on the bed beside her bag, and she nods.

"Yep, let me just get a few more things first." She replies, and I laugh.

"Hurry up or we're going to be late." I say, and she rolls her eyes.

"Yeah right."

•••

"Garroth, I'm sorry about yesterday. I really didn't mean to be so rude, I was just really tired and everything." Azura adjusted her brown headband, and I pressed my lips into a thin line.

"Okay." I say, and she smiles.

"Thank you." She says sweetly, and moves to grab my hand. I flinch away.

"What do you think you're doing?" I say sternly, the question coming out more like a demand to know.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to!" She says with a tint of playfulness in her voice, and I narrow my eyes at her.

Something is going on.

•••

After lunch, Azura finds me and asks me to follow her. Laurance and Aphmau were nowhere to be seen.

"Azura where are you taking me?" I ask, unable to break free from her tight grip on my wrist.

Why are you so clingy, Irene.

"Just follow." She laughed, and turned a corner. She gasped, and I - unable to see - asked what happened.

She pulled me into view, and I could already felt the tears.

Laurance.

Aphmau.

Kissing.

From this distance, I couldn't particularly tell if she was being forced or not, but I didn't care

I bet if you were on Pluto, you could have heard my heart shatter.

"No..." I mutter, the tears starting to spill. Azura looked at me, mostly with mock pity, and I pushed her into the wall.

"Leave me alone." I say sternly, using the tone I hated so much; my father's commanding tone. Her eyes widen in fear, and I turned around, my fists clenched and my teeth gritted, but the tears of tramautisation trickling down my cheeks.

I start to run, without an aim to ger anywhere.

Just get away.

Away; where no one can hurt you.