𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 ✓

14

As Aurora and I dance alongside each other to a new routine of our creation, I begin to feel the regret seep into every bone like liquid lead, weighing me down as it fills me up. The room becomes blurry and I don't notice that the music has stopped until I feel a soft hand on my shoulder, to which I don't flinch away this time.

"Faye," Aurora says softly, not as a question, so that just that one word out of her mouth lets me know that she's here and that I don't have to say anything. I take a deep breath and look up towards the ceiling, not allowing any tears to fall because I don't cry. Well, rarely.

"Reece didn't deserve it. I snapped at him for no reason whatsoever." I say, and it only succeeds in making me feel worse when the words are spoken aloud. I look to Aurora whose eyes are already on me. She smiles comfortingly and leads me over to our bags with our arms linked.

"It's alright, everyone snaps sometimes," Aurora says with her thick British accent, picking up my bag and handing it to me. I grab my flip flops out of it, slipping them on and walking out of the dance studio with Aurora.

"It was bad though Ror. I wasn't just a bitch. I was hurtful; to the last person I'd ever want to hurt," I tell her, automatically wondering what Reece did today, and if he knows that I was just taking out my anger on him because he was there and not because he deserved it.

"True, he didn't deserve it. But if he did nothing wrong then I'm sure he knows that. Go home," She laughs and I give her a big hug. Even though she's quite a bit taller than me, she's still so small when I wrap my arms around her, the stereotypical ballerina. "Bye Faye," She teases and we turn to walk our separate ways.

I see the apartment after a while, having taken longer than usual to walk back due to my sore muscles from dancing for hours. It's still only the late afternoon, and I'm glad that I came to my senses and came back home early, instead of leaving Reece to most likely overthink why I chose him as my target for my anger this morning.

Turning on my phone as the elevator climbs to our floor, I see that I have one missed call from Lexi from about a half hour ago and a text from Reece from this morning, right after our fight. The text makes me feel even worse, because of how sweet and thoughtful Reece is, even after what I said to him this morning. All he wanted was to help. All he ever wants to do is help.

I turn the doorknob to find it unlocked, just the way I'd left it. When the door opens, I look around eagerly but find no sign of Reece. When I look down the hall, I see that his door is closed and I just hope that that is where he is because I want to get this over with as soon as possible, so that we can go back to normal, not that it's been long at all.

I get another call from Lexi as I walk down the hall towards Reece's room, but I ignore it and decide to call her back later, after spending some time with Reece to make up for my actions. Once I find him, of course.

I knock on Reece's door, but it turns out to not be completely closed and the door pushes open. I peek inside and don't find Reece at all. "Reece?" I yell out into the apartment, which I'm sadly realizing is empty. A pout takes over my face and my shoulders slump in defeat. I just wish that he had been here for me to apologize, but I can't expect him to wait around all day when I leave after snapping at him.