After their little adventure, neither Quillion nor Anah exchanged any conversations, there were both back to their own lives. Quillion, with his stubbornness and hero tendencies, was trying his best to stay away from getting involved with Anah any longer. Likewise, Anah, similarly stubborn except she had rules she had to follow, was trying hard to push her feelings she unconsciously developed for Quillion Wilde.
Every time a flutter would threaten to surface, Anah would chant to herself of her planned life regarding her future. Hoping the spell would make the dice roll back, but neither time machines nor time turners existed in this world. All she knew is that she could not jeopardise her dreams, her plans to abroad for a boy she met not too long ago.
Despite Quillion's unaffected façade, he would steal glances of Anah in class or during recess. He didn't want to admit it, but he was subconsciously looking after her, he still had his worries about leaving her completely alone. At times her carelessness and fearlessness would frustrate Quillion because he knew she would be in big trouble if those quarterbacks make up their minds on getting back at her. She wouldn't stand a chance.
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Next Monday, Quillion watched as a trembling, shivering Yelda finally got the courage to apologise to Anah, the friend she had abandoned. Anah accepted the apology but she still unsure about letting Yelda back into her life just yet. After what had happened, Anah had come to realise that she had become too dependent on Yelda, expecting her to be there for her. This expectation she had of Yelda was very wrong thus she too was at fault.
You see any relationship requires the efforts of two people. It is the responsibility of two people to keep it intact and strong. Therefore, it is never one person who is completely to blame. For example, there are two sides to every coin and 6 sides to every cube. Just like that, when a relationship between two people shatters, the blood is in the hands of both parties.
Quillion's P.O.V
My eyes fall on a trembling girl approaching Anah. Right, her friend. It was about time they cleared out the tension between them. It will be rude of me to eavesdrop, so I just watch them from the corner of my eyes, just in case. At first a smile creeps up on her friend's face right before it disappears again. I wonder what is happening, I see her nod understanding what Anah had just dropped. Okay Q, enough with the James Bond vibe, curiosity killed the cat, plus you have nothing to do with her anymore.
Next thing I know, the bell rings and it's time to head home, I walk to my desk to pick up my belongings taking a quick look at Anah. She looks like a heaviness was lifted off of her shoulders, she looks lighter. I rush out of class heading to my bike, although I didn't have any plans for today, I just really needed to get out of there.
Searching for my bike keys, I notice Anah walk out of the doors, alone. I guess they didn't get together after all, they might have got to a mutual understanding.
"Found you!" I say triumphed with my discovery only to realise I had said it out loud and Anah was looking. I hold the key up in the air to no one in particular, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment, turn around, quickly start the engine. Taking my place on the bike, I ride home before I end up making a fool out of myself.
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Dinner was as delicious as always; Mrs Hilton is fantastic at her job. I hope she gets plenty of time to spend with her family, I mean she takes care of this empty house during the week. Anyways, scrolling through my Facebook feeds, nothing exciting happening. I try to give the guys a call, but no one seems to be home.
"How about 'A good movie to watch'," I type of the search bar and wait.
Suddenly, I feel a sting behind my ear. At first, I thought it was a bug or something that is until another sting follow, more painful and it lasted longer. It's another one of my migraine attacks! Realisation hit me hard, normally I have the boys with me to distract me, but they weren't picking up earlier.
I will try call again, I head to my laptop, open our group chat and call on the group call.
"Come on guys, where are you!" pain taking over my head faster than I could comprehend. It's been a normal since my mother passed away, it became a part of my life. The first time it happened, I felt like I was dying but not dead. The pain eventually got numb as I grew older, but today it was bad, the worst it has ever been.
"Aaaahh!!" I grab hold of my head, the excruciating pain breaking me into sweats. The pain gradually spread to my neck and then to my arms.
"I can't breathe. Shit!" gasping for breath, I rush to my table cabinet only to fall on my knees. I have to get to it, there should me painkillers that could help.
With crawl to my desk, grabbing the handle to my desk drawers, I open the first cabinet. Grabbing the pill container, only to find it empty.
"Quillion, you can't panic, breath," the only person who could help me right now is her.
I don't know how, but I need…her. I need to stay…awake…need to breath…
I tumble and fall back to my bed, open my laptop, open her profile to find her number. Hoping I'd get lucky, just this once. Hoping she has kept her number public on her info.
As my eye fall on her number, the desperation to call her grew, the fear of dying like this subsides. I don't know if it is the migraine or me who wanted - No, who needed to call her and talk to her. I snatch my phone from the side of my pillow and dial the numbers.
My eyes fall on the watch but before I can hang up
"He-hello?," a sleepy Anah picks up.
"A-Anah, AAaaghh!" I manage to call her name before another agonising pain shot through my head.
Anah's P.O.V
"Quillion? Are you okay! Quillion, can you hear me!" did I just hear a shriek, wide awake, I sit up on my bed. Those feelings I had worked so hard on to control were now out in the wild, they were replaced by fear for Quillion and helplessness took over.
"Mi-graine, I need you- aagghh!"
What do I do!
What can I do from here! Goosebumps take over my entire body; the need to help him, the desperation to help him is all my body and soul know.
"Okay, Anah think!" I tell myself as I put all my focus on what I could possibly do from here. From his excruciating shrieks, he is in no shape to ride his bike to come here. And even if he did, I can't leave. Its past bedtime, perks of living in strict brown family and I am not supposed to be talking to boys, forget about being friends with one. I don't know what to do, my fingers start trembling.
"No Anah, you cannot give in to fear, Quillion needs you," I get a hold of myself, pacing back and forth in my room thinking of a way to help him without being there.
There must be a way.