27. | too many days

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E T H A N

Another day without a sign of her, another night of me not being able to sleep.

It's been days since I've heard from Brooklyn. I couldn't manage to speak to Cole and now I'm left to my own paranoid thoughts. The past couple of days have been spent on all the worst case scenarios it could come up with and I am exhausted of myself.

Every single part of me is missing and craving her
presence so much, it feels as if this pain may turn into a physical one if it continues like this.

I miss her genuine smile, the one she shows me a lot but I still can't seem to get enough of it. The way she tries so hard to not show her teeth and ends up smiling the crooked one that causes a dimple to appear. The smile that brightens my dark reality.

I miss her laugh that takes away all of my worries the second I hear it. It vibrates through me and makes me want to crack annoying jokes all the time, just to be able to hear it again and again and again to forget about the world around us.

I miss the way she pushes my chest when I annoy her, how she gets shy when I make jokes about us. I miss grabbing her wrists and hands to stop her when she does so, feeling my fingers tingle at the touch. Feeling her pulse drum against mine.

I miss wrapping my arms around her tiny frame and hearing her heart beat rapidly against my own racing heart, hoping that maybe I'm not the only one that gets severely nervous around the other. I'm also guilty of inhaling the scent of her hair, which smells of vanilla and cinnamon, while trying not to appear like a total creep.

I miss staring at her while she tells me something and completely gets lost into the story, as if she's living in the moment all over again. I miss the blush creeping up her cheeks when she notices I'm staring and how she tries to hide behind her brown locks falling down her face.

I miss her mesmerizing eyes, the eyes that tell the story her mouth doesn't. Her eyes have a whole world hidden behind them and I want to visit every place, one by one. Staring into them makes me want to discover her, get to know her better than anyone else and reach places no one ever has. I miss the eyes that got me hooked the moment I saw them looking at me outside of my cell.

I miss her, everything about her.

And the sad part is that it has only been a few days.

A few days without this girl and I already feel tortured. Maybe she'll return and I'm just being pathetic and getting worked up for nothing but I can't deny the fact that one day, she will have to leave for once and for all.

That is, once again, a worst case scenario. Sure, they're trying their hardest to make this new trial work, but I'm trying to expect failure. Expectations lead to disappointments, I can't do that to myself any longer.

How am I even going to survive a lifetime knowing she's outside, happy with some other guy that should have been me?

God, fuck these worst case scenarios.

I turn around uncomfortably for what feels like the fifth time tonight and continue to stare at the grey ceiling, not being able to sleep. Maybe it's already morning and the guards will wake us up any minute now, I wouldn't be surprised. This isn't the first unbearable night I've had and my days aren't any better. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't draw, I can't play basketball and I can't do anything properly anymore. It's been days, too many days without her.

Where the hell is my Daisy?

I can't help but wonder if she'll ever visit again or if she quit the internship without mentioning it to me. I mean, she didn't tell me she'd be gone for this amount of days and I'm really starting to freak out.

Or, what if something happened to her? What if she's hurt and I'm just being an useless idiot in here while I should be next to her to help and protect her. Sure, she's tougher than she seems, and she does not need my help nor my protection, but I feel overprotective over her. I failed to protect her once, I can't do that ever again.

Also, the fact that fucking Reed hasn't been in here for a few days as well, doesn't make the situation any better.

What if she's with him? Do they really want to turn me into an actual murderer? It seems like it.

Even the thought of it makes me groan out of frustration and tug at my hair. Damn it Brooklyn, you have me wrapped around your finger and you don't even do it on purpose.

You have no idea how addicted I am, to you, to everything about you.

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn. She's everywhere, she's everything. She's all I can and want to think about.

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B R O O K L Y N

I wake up to the soothing scent of cinnamon tea and freshly baked pancakes. As I glance at the clock, which is telling me it is 10 p.m., confusion falls upon me some more. I try to sit up straight but I feel like I've been beaten up, every limb of mine sore and numb.

Looking around my room, I'm glad to be here instead of somewhere else. This could all have gone way worse. The last thing I remember is Reed and I discovering evidence in the storage bunker, but everything after that is an immense blur. I must have passed out because it all became a little too overwhelming, that's the only logical explanation.

"Good morning to you, or should I say good evening?" Lexi chirps as she walks into my room with a plate in her hands. "God, I'm so happy you're finally awake!"

As my struggle is noticed, she helps me sit up straight and I can't contain myself any longer. I start stuffing my mouth with the pancakes, munching away on everything on my plate.

I feel like I haven't eaten for days, making me wonder, how long have I even been asleep?

As Lexi sees I'm confused, she starts explaining. "Reed brought you here two days ago after you fainted and called me. Apparently, he knew that I have the spare keys to your house. So, I came as quickly as I could to help you into your bed and we called a doctor. He told us that you've been exhausting your body too much and that we should just let you rest. You've slept for two days straight, only waking up twice to pee. But I don't think you remember that though, you were too high on sleep." She slightly chuckles, helping me take a few sips of my delicious tea. She puts a strand of hair behind my ear and continues.

"Reed left the first day, telling me he had some things to fix." She plays with a strand of her blonde hair as she continues. "I don't know but he acted kind of weird to be honest. Normally, I would totally follow him but I didn't want to leave you alone. Also, your dad called me, saying he would be out of town for a few days so we don't have to worry about him, for now. This was convenient, plus he doesn't know you're here or what you've been up to."

I sigh relievedly and finish my plate without speaking, putting it on the night stand next to my bed.

"How do you feel?" Lexi asks, worry laced in her words.

She doesn't show her mother-like sensitive side often but I know she cares and worries too much about me, about my wellbeing. We've been best friends since kindergarten and after I lost my mom three years ago, she became the sister I never had. She helped me push through, she tried to help me find a purpose, she helped me breath in times where I felt like I was suffocating.

Sadly, sometimes I wish she had never met me because all I do is give her something to worry about and bring drama into her life. I take her precious time and honestly I feel like I don't deserve her. Which scares me, because I don't know what I'd do without her.

"Tired." I answer with honesty. "I feel tired. But not the kind that sleep will fix any longer."

"I know." She sighs and wraps her arms around me, embracing me in a tight hug. "And I'm going to do anything to take that away." She places a swift kiss on my forehead and takes the plate from my nightstand.

"Does Cole know where I've been?" I ask. Does Ethan know where I've been?

"Cole knows, he actually came to visit you yesterday. Before you ask, he hasn't told Ethan. He dodged Ethan and spent more time working on the case with the new attorney. They've gotten very serious, that's the last thing Cole said to me. That's why, even though he felt guilty, he thought it'd be better if Ethan didn't know of your situation."

I nod and could not have done it better myself. Cole has all my trust, and he knows Ethan better than me.

"So yeah, that's all that has been happening around here. I know that empty plate will get on your nerves any minute now, even in this tired state of yours." She smiles and stands to her feet. "I know you're probably craving some more, but can't have you struggling with a stomach ache tonight. I'll be right back to fill you in on all the gossip going around on campus. You won't believe your ears when I tell you who Cooper is dating. That'll take your mind of off things. "

Perhaps she's right. Due to all these unfolding things, I tend to forget that the world is still spinning, everyday life is still continuing. Hearing about stuff other than my mother's murder and Ethan's trial, will feel refreshing at least. I can't help but crack a smile at her enthusiasm and hug my blanket tightly around my body. "Can't wait to hear it."

She squeals and jumps towards the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Please, don't fall asleep again because I will explode if I don't tell you tonight."

As she leaves the room and walks down the stairs, I put on a random TV channel. Just when I'm about to lay back again, I get startled by a noise coming from the window.

Kind of creeped out, yet encouraged by the fact that I'm not home alone, I slowly walk over to the window. My legs are sore but it feels nice to move them again.

It's a dark and stormy night, so I guess the wind must be throwing leaves and tree branches around, causing the noise.

I open the window for some needed fresh air, but abruptly turn around to the news reporter's voice coming from the TV, catching my attention with news I thought I'd never hear.

"BREAKING NEWS!" the reporter begins, making me hold my breath, "once arrested as a teenager and accused of murder on 38 year old Diana Adams, E. Wilford had been released after an anonymous witness proved his innocence."

My mouth  drops open and I rub my sleepy eyes as I stare at the screen, unable to believe the news I'm hearing. Tears of happiness fill my eyes as many questions pop up in my mind.

"Just a few days ago, the governor accepted a new trial for E. Wilford, after anonymous tips showed the previous trial was meddled with. He was still held into custody at the state prison, awaiting his new trial. Whoever the anonymous witness was today, they must have had some real inside information on the case for the judge to immediately order the release of Wilford. We don't know when the new trial will take place, but it seems like this time Wilford will attend it as a free man. As the saying goes, innocent until proven guilty! Moving on, tonight—"

As the reporter starts rambling about the possible snowfall near the coast, I keep staring at the screen in shock. Is this really happening or am I imagining things?

Thinking there can't be any more surprises, a cough coming from behind me causes goosebumps to climb up my bare arms.

I turn to face the source of the noise from my window, coming face to face with an all too familiar smug blinding smile and blonde locks tousled over a pair of green eyes.

"Will you do me a favour and let me kidnap you?" He speaks with the low rumble of his voice and all I can do is blink as I faintly whisper.

"E-ethan?"

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