Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Twenty-Five

^ let's appreciate Sky because why the hell not ^

________________________________

H o l l o w s   I n
T    I    M    E
________________________________

"How was it?"

The voice came from the depths of the shadows as I closed the door behind me. I hadn't had a key, but the door wasn't locked. First the ticket, now Jameson ambitiously leaves the door open. He's being nice. What is he up to?

Jameson came from his room, his bedroom light bounding around my room, flashing on his brunette hair, of which looked more messy than I remembered. And he had stubble. And the circles under his eyes were deeper.

I flicked on the light to my room and dropped my bag on the floor next to my vanity.

I shrugged. "It was good." 'Good' was an understatement. But, for some reason, despite my thoughts before entering the room, I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to see him, to have him anywhere near me. What am I afraid of? Or am I knee-deep, wading in a sea of hatred? From what he did to me, I would expect nothing less from my hurt heart.

My thoughts lately had become more organised than they had been before, but I feared that something would jump in and disrupt my mental peace. And then that would be the end of it all. That would be my downfall.

"What's that?" Jameson asked next, eyes focused on my fingers.

"Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows, then I saw what I had been fiddling with between my thumb and index finger. Bria's daisy.

"Oh," I said, and carefully placed it down on my vanity next to my perfumes, "It's just a daisy." I told him. Jameson just stared at it.

I turned around and took my shoes off, then my jewellery. Just before I pattered into the bathroom to get changed, Jameson spoke up again.

"Did you have fun?" He asked and I frowned before turning around.

"Yeah," I said, and his eyes rose to meet mine. A familiar emotion flashed across his eyes, but my heart was no longer intact; it could no longer understand what his heart was saying.

"I did." I finished.

He continued to gaze into my eyes, from his two metres away distance. "Good. I'm glad." He said, his tone implying that he wasn't 'glad', but his eyes implying that he was overjoyed. I wonder which was the lie.

"You could've gone, you know," I shifted so that I faced him. "You could've snuck in, or been a cash register at one of the tuck shops." I offered out expired ideas.

Jameson smiled. It was barely there, but it made it. "I didn't want to ruin your night."

I frowned. What?

Oh.

Oh.

Jameson knew that I hated him. He knew that I couldn't stand to be any closer than a metres distance from him. He knew that being too close made me anxious. He knew it brought up unwanted memories. He knew that he had wronged me—somehow.