Serena's POV

It has been 3 days now, since I left the hospital. Misty didn't want me to work over the weekend and just rest, and after Palermo was done shouting at me, yelling at me, grabbing my wrist veeeryyy tight and saying stuff like: "If you cause me any trouble again, I will kick you out for a whole week! Mon Dieu, vous n'apprendrez jamais comment vous comporter correctement? (My god, will you never learn how to behave properly?)"

"Si tu essayais de prendre soin de moi, j'y penserais. (If you would try to care about me, I would think about it.)"

I mumbled, but she didn't seem to notice. You probably wonder why we were speaking french. To be honest, I don't even know. Palermo lived in Paris for a few years, and learned the language, so, sometimes when she's mad, she just randomly starts speaking french. I learned the language, so I could understand what she was saying. That's basically it.

Well, whatever, that was 3 days ago. Right now, I'm in my bed, reading books. I've read over the whole weekend. I wish I could spend all my weeks like that. Just read, and think about it, and, you know, just enjoy it. My favorite books are books you can really think about. The world has so many philosophies, so many opinions and so many perspectives. It's often like, even if we live on the same planet, we all live in different worlds. Maybe even the colors are different. Maybe my blue, isn't May's, or Dawn's blue. It's sad that I'll never know what their blue will look like. I hate it, when the world has secrets from me, I'm probably never going to discover. It's frustrating.

I think I should go for a walk. I've been in my room for two days now, just reading, not getting any fresh air. I probably look like a ghost.

——10 minutes later——

After getting ready, I told Palermo I was going for a walk, getting some fresh air, and left. After closing the door and walking down the path, I felt like someone was watching me, but I couldn't see anyone, so I just ignored it.

Five minutes away from our house is a little park. That's were I am now, sitting on a swing and enjoying nature. The wind breezing through my honeyblonde hair, the golden hour hitting my face. It was beautiful. Well, it would have been better, if my neck wasn't tickling this weird way, telling me someone was watching me.

Suddenly, a shock wave breezes through my body, when something suddenly stopped the swing from swinging. I turned around, just to find Miette holding the silver chains of the swing, wrapped up in her fists. "Hey cousin." she greeted me with a fake smile. "Uhm, hi, I guess?" I responded while she said on the swing next to me.

"So sorry you were in the hospital again. I know how much you hate. Why do you hate it so much again? Ooooh right, since the tragic fire, haha. Such a shame, isn't it?"

She loves to bring this up, to hurt me, to make me cry, to see my tears falling on the ground and me falling with them. I don't know why, but she loves it! My vision started blurring, and I felt the tears building up in my eyes.

"Serena...," she started, and I knew it wasn't going to be a tease again. She only uses my name in a sentence when she's about to get serious. "...did someone visit you while you were in the hospital?" she asked, but I just responded with a puzzled look. Why would she care?

"Okay, I see you're looking even stupider as usually, so I'm just gonna go straight to the point. Keep your hands off of Ash, d'accord (okay)? 'Cause if you don't..." she paused, stood up while picking up a stick from the ground and made her way to stand right in front of me, breaking the stick in two half's. "Mark my words, Yvonne." she said and left the park.

Suddenly, I noticed my face was cold. I touched it with the fingertips of my right hand, just to realize I was crying. Of course I was crying. Ugh, I hate crying so much. I always try to fight against it, but how fight without strength?

"Weak, weak Sere..."

I mumbled to myself, not expecting a reply, but still...

"I told you crying doesn't mean you're weak princess."

I turned around, finding Ash casually sitting on the swing Miette was sitting on 3 minutes ago. I just stared at him, surprised. Very surprised. Very very surprised.

"If you won't stop looking at me with those puppy eyes, I won't be able to hold back anymore and kiss you right here in this very moment and I really don't know if you want that, so stop." he said.

I slowly turned my head away, hesitating a bit while turning, because... I don't know... I guess I was thinking about kissi... no, no that's not it haha. Definitely not. Right?

"Okay then, therapy session number 3. Why are you crying?" he asked, smooth as ever. Why was I crying again? Oh, right. Miette. Parents. Fire. Threatening.

"Well, uhm..." I started, but my sobs interrupted my words, so it was harder to talk. "I saw Miette here with you. Her fault?" he asked and I nodded at him, probably looking like a little child. He stood up and made his way over to me, offering me his hand.

One second after I took his hand, he suddenly pulled me in a warm hug, my head resting on his warm chest, his heartbeat calming me down, his shirt soaking my tears. Before I knew it, we were suddenly both kneeling on the ground, he, still holding me tight, I, just enjoying every second of his embrace.

"I know she's a bitch." he said, making me giggle. Hearing my giggling sounds, he looked at my face, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. "What?" I asked puzzled.

"I don't get why you're crying. Smiling suits you waaaaayyy better."

"You always have a pick-up line, don't you?"

"Always, ma'am" he answered, while saluting like a soldier, making me giggle again. "Okay then, corny soldier, I need to head home." I told him, standing up from the ground and cleaning my skirt, the dust slowly falling its way down. "You want me to keep you company?" he asked, and, to be honest, I really would have liked him to keep me company, but if Miette saw us... I don't even want to imagine what would happen if Miette saw us, so I told him I would be fine.

He was about to turn around and head over to his house, but before he could do that, I reached over for the sleeve of his jacket. "Uhm, thanks. For everything." I thanked him, giving him a peck on the cheek. I was so embarrassed, didn't wait for him to answer or anything, just turned around making my way home right away.

See you tomorrow, Ash...

I am truuuuuulyyyy sorry that I didn't upload for weeks now, but time flies soooo faaaaast! And school is stressful asf, but I'll live. I didn't look for any mistakes, so don't be mad if you find any :D Thank you for all of your nice comments, I reaaally appreciate them<3 See you next chapter!

(1 week later)

I just corrected my mistakes and OOOMMMGGG how can u read such a story duuuudeees I found so many mistakes idek if I found all of em!

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