She climbs off the bed and grabs my hoodie for me.
“Here, get dressed so we can continue.” She demands with a tone that I can’t quite place.
Staring at her, she wears a big smile on her face, as always.
I could hold all the magic in the world in the palm of my hands, and still not be able to create something as beautiful as her.
As soon as I drag the thick fabric over my head, I feel safer. Now she won’t be able to see my thick scars.
“Are you always smiling?” I ask, making her blush immediately.
“What? Ehm, no.”
“There’s nothing wrong with smiling, especially not when it’s your smile that I get to see all day.” She blushes furiously and turns around, walking towards the door.
“Okay let’s go, we have somewhere to be, remember?” She says, sounding nervous. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my throat.
Taking a quick glance around the rooms, I make sure we don’t forget anything, and then I follow her out the door.
The owner said that the only thing we have to do before leaving was to put the key in the keyhole, and that she will take care of the rest. So that’s exactly what we did.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask her.
“Uhm.. yeah.” Her answer is shorter and colder than usual.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I just feel a little bit overwhelmed right now, honestly. But I’m fine, I’m okay. I promise.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t promise me things that aren’t true. If you're thinking about something, tell me and we’ll talk about it.”
Almost like she’s panicking, her body starts moving faster, further away from me.
“Why are you walking so fast, Genevieve? Are you in a hurry?”
“I need air, I can’t breathe.” She says, right before collapsing onto the apricot carpet in the middle of the hallway.
“Genevieve?!” I shout in worry, but she doesn’t answer.
Moving fast, I lift her into my arms and carry her outside as fast as my body lets me. She needs fresh air, and that’s what I’ll give her.
“Is everything okay?” A random lady asks in worry, her hand clutching the top of her chest.
“Everything is perfect.” I answer her in a rush, an awkward smile on my lips, hoping that she won’t ask any further questions.
I already understand how this must look to every single person that passes by, walking in a hurry with an unconscious girl in my arms.
Finally outside, I place her body on the grass and pray to every single angel that she will wake up, that she is truly okay.
“Genevieve?” No answer. “Genevieve, please.” I repeat, needing her to wake up.
Her eyes snap open, and she flies up, immediately gasping for air. In an instant, tears start pouring down her cheeks.
“Hey, what happened?”
“I... I don’t know. It was so scary, and dark. I could feel the sweat cover my body, and I completely lost my vision. I didn’t understand what happened. I’m so sorry.” She sobs.
“Oh, sweetheart, never apologize for such a thing!” I comfort her, kneeling in front of her.
