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She hangs up with a sigh and keeps concentrating on her shoes as she speaks. “Mum had a work emergency. Lucien will be able to send the jet back to us tomorrow evening. I’m going to stay the night. You can catch a flight at the airport if you want.”
And with that, she steps inside and the butler follows her with a nod at me.
I release a long sigh, then go after her. My shoulders are tense and the back of my neck is about to snap with how rigid it feels.
I find Silver upstairs, standing in the middle of a room.
It’s similar to that time when I first touched her, first tasted her, when Mum and Sebastian announced they were getting married.
I’ve never been a believer of the butterfly effect, the fact that one simple alteration of initial conditions in a non-linear system can cause a catastrophic outcome later on.
However, I believe that small incidents, like Silver hearing that I lost my virginity that time, have led to a whole lot of clusterfuck. It’s because of what she heard that she retaliated. She fought back. And since then, we’ve kept on fighting and challenging each other in a vicious cycle.
Now, we’re here and nothing can be undone.
“Why are you still here?” She fiddles with her bag on the bed. “Go home. The driver can take you.”
“I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work. You’ll never be able to push me away, so you might as well stop trying.”
She pretends to not hear me as she yanks all the clothes out of the bag, her back bowing and rigid under the denim jacket.
I stride to her and grip her arm, forcing her to face me, to look at me. She can’t be alone right now.
Tears glisten in her eyes as she pushes at my chest. “What do you want from me? Just leave me alone.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re in pain. I hate it when you’re in pain, Butterfly.”
She breaks down then. A sob tears from her as she wraps her arms around my waist in a vice grip and hides her face in my chest.
I pull her close, a hand on her back and the other protectively around her head. I let her pain soak mine because if I had the option to take the hurt in her cries or the rawness of her grief, I would.
I’ve been emotionally fucked up since I was a child anyway, what’s one more pain to add?
Only, this one has an entirely different meaning.
Silver is the type who doesn’t cry often, and when she does, it’s like she’s breaking your heart. It’s in those small sounds and the sniffles. It’s in the way her whole body shakes with the force of her pain.
“It hurts. Why does it hurt so much, Cole? It’s not supposed to. I should be happy I won’t be forced to have an abortion, but why do I feel like I killed a baby that was never there in the first place? Why do I feel so horrible?”
“You’re not horrible. You’re just human, and you feel pain. It’ll eventually go away.”
“W-what if it doesn’t?” she speaks through her hiccoughs. “What if I always feel this…this loss.”
“Then we’ll feel it together.”
She peeks up at me with her tear-streaked face and bloodshot eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I told you, you’re not the only one responsible for this. Your pain is my pain, Butterfly.”
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Silver
That night, Cole holds me as I cry myself to sleep.
