Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 94

(Angel's POV)

I noticed it more and more with each passing day. Hendrix wasn't just distant; he was absent; he'd become a shadow of the person I knew. He avoided eye contact, his sharp remarks were clipped, and the warmth that used to simmer in his voice when he spoke to me was gone. Completely.

I remembered my conversation with Hande, the way she'd assured me Hendrix didn't hate me. That maybe he loved me too much, in his own messy way, to bear seeing me with someone else. But as I watched him walk past me in the hallway like I didn't exist, the doubt ate at me. What if he did hate me now? What if I'd broken something between us that could never be fixed?

I had to talk to him. Even if he brushed me off again. Even if it made things worse.

I caught up to him in the rec room, where he was leaning against a wall, headphones in and staring at nothing in particular. "Hendrix," I called softly and stepped closer. He didn't look at me.

"I need to talk to you," I said, louder this time. His jaw tensed, but he didn't respond.

"Please, don't do this," I pleaded. "Don't shut me out."

He finally looked at me with cold eyes. "There's nothing to talk about, Angel."

"Yes, there is," I pressed. "We can't keep pretending this distance between us doesn't exist."

He yanked his headphones off and glared at me. "What do you want me to say? That I'm fine? Because I'm not."

"Then talk to me!" My voice cracked. "Please, Hendrix, I'm trying-"

were sharp, final. "Just...

another word. My chest felt heavy, and my breath began coming in uneven

felt like I was crumbling from the inside out. When my phone buzzed in my pocket,

...

(Ava's POV)

magnifying glass. His piercing blue

not to question him. Instead, I nodded and slid the

smirk of his. "Your mother's

her debt, of her shame, crushed me every time I thought about it. I'd do anything to save her. Anything. But at what

I sat in the dorm room staring at the box, Dilrah walked in.

haven't slept in days," she said bluntly and sat on

to brush

she countered. "Whatever it is you're doing... it's eating

felt exposed, like she could see the cracks in the shield I'd built around myself. I forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow even to me. "You don't know what you're talking

.

(Thomas's POV)

of her crying made my

against the door, speaking softly. "I'm not going

she whispered. The sound of her voice breaking was a stab

hold her. "You don't have to do this alone, Angel. Whatever you're feeling, whatever's hurting you... let me in." There was silence on the other side, then the soft click of the lock. I pushed the door open gently and found her sitting on the floor with her face