Is this some kind of warning?
Cursing under my breath, I threw myself back onto the bed. A long sigh left my lips as I covered my eyes with my arm. I didn't think that I could ask Cassie out in this kind of weather.
Fuck. I might have to wait until tomorrow morning.
My mind was then filled again with the responsibilities waiting for me back home. It wasn't only my family who needed me, but also a lot of people. Their lives and futures depended on me.
Tiredness soon consumed me—I wasn't only physically tired but also mentally. I wished that there wasn’t so much drama in my family.
I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
???
When I woke up, the clock on the wall read 11 PM. Groaning, Islowly sat up on the bed. While I was still gathering my energy back, I wondered if the storm had stopped.
I left the bed and walked toward the window. When I opened the curtain, I saw that the storm was still happening. Another sigh of disappointment left my lips, but then, it was already too late to go out.
While I was watching the storm, something caught my attention. My eyes widened in horror, my heart skipping a beat.
There, in front of the door of this house, I saw a familiar figure lying on the ground.
Goddammit. Cassie!
My heart raced as I rushed out of Victor's bedroom, storming toward the door. Panic engulfed me. Once I opened the door, I found Cassie lying unconscious before me.
My hands shook as I picked her up in my arms. She was pale as white, her lips parted, her hair filled with snow. She was still breathing, but she was freezing.
How long had she been here?
"Cassie," my shaking voice uttered her name as I shook my head in denial, rocking her body back and forth.
Yet, she showed no sign of consciousness.
"Cassie!" I hollered, feeling my world crumbling down.
And the storm inside me went crazy, far worse than what was happening around us.
Abruptly, I brought Cassie inside the house and closed the door, blocking the storm. I shook her body again, trying to make her stay.
"Cassie!" I shouted, my voice shaking due to the panic engulfing me.
Cassie's eyes were still shut, but her brows furrowed. A frown touched her lips. "Luke..." she whispered, her voice very weak.
Maybe I should have called the hospital, but I didn't know whether they would be able to come in time or not, especially during a storm like this. We were in another country, and I wasn't evenfamiliar with how the procedures worked around here.
For now, the first survival instinct I could think of was to keep Cassie warm.
"Why the fuck did you stay outside?" I hollered, pulling her body even closer to me.
She was cold as ice, and I felt like I was about to explode.
"God, Cassie, have you lost your fucking mind?" I snapped.
It wasn't the right time to yell, but I was just so worried about her. So very worried.
Cassie winced. "Your brother's...coat," she rasped. "I...forgot."
I stared at her in disbelief. She was still wearing Victor's coat—I hadn't even remembered about that. She must have thought that Victor's belonging was so important to me.
