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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rammstein
  Relationship:
      Till_Lindemann/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Till_Lindemann, Richard_Kruspe, Paul_Landers, Christoph_Schneider,
      Christian_Lorenz_|_Flake, Christoph_Schneider_|_Doom, Oliver_Riedel
  Additional Tags:
      Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Pre-Rammstein
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      Published: 2017-08-28 Updated: 2018-01-10 Chapters: 17/? Words: 50364
****** Herzeleid ******
by Em_i_a
Summary
     Velouria is a seventeen year old girl with dreams of becoming a
     future poet. She lives with her father who is fairly overprotective
     of her, and wants her to follow in the footsteps of her mother, but
     when she meets a basket weaver who has the same interests as her in a
     bookstore, her life begins to change before her eyes, in various
     ways.
Notes
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***** An Unexpected Meeting *****
 The birds chirped outside my window, the early dawn's sun peering through my
curtains. Immediately I grabbed my pillow, placing it over my head. Whatever
time it was, I really wasn't in the mood to get up and leave my warm bed. My
father popped his head in, dressed in his usual business attire. 
 
 "Velouria I'm leaving for work, feed the cats before you leave the house, if
you're going for a grocery run buy some milk, I love you, and I'll be back at
midnight." I gave him a small wave
"Love you too dad. Have a good day at work." He closed the door, I could hear
him walk away, and the house, locking the door behind him. I threw the blankets
off of me, wiggling my toes, shaking the tiredness out of my body. I cracked my
back, placing my feet on the wooden floor. I ran my hand through my short, wavy
black hair, getting my fingers caught in a few pieces. I sighed, looking over
at my clock. 5:47. I stood up, looking around my colorfully painted room that I
just finished last week. I gave a small smile at my work while I shuffled over
to the bathroom, grabbing a towel off my dresser, I took my sleep shirt off,
throwing it onto my bed, and slid my shorts and underwear off in one swift
movement, throwing them into the hamper. I wrapped myself in the towel, leaving
my arms exposed, stepping into the washroom, turning on the light, staring at
my reflection in the mirror. My pale skin shined in the light just like my
mother's did when she used to go out, my huge green eyes inherited from my
father shimmering. I rubbed my eyes, turning away from my reflection. I
shouldn't look this exhaust cold water can do me good today, I'm only seventeen
it's not like I'm a thirty year old working my ass off. I turned on the cold
water, letting it fall into my hand,. I slipped off the white towel and hung it
up on the back of the door, I stepped into the shower, engulfing myself in the
bone chilling water, letting it slide down my back. I pushed my hair out of my
face, pumping some shampoo into my hand, lathering it into my scalp. I rinsed
it out quickly, and picked up a bar of soap, gliding it over my slim body. Over
the stretch marks, over my chest, all the way up to my neck, rubbing the soap
into my skin. I rinsed myself, and turned off the water, grabbing the towel off
the back of the door, drying every inch of my damp body. I fluffed my hair with
my hands, letting it fall wherever it did. I exited the bathroom, closing the
light, shuffling into my room, opening the dresser, pulling out a black bra and
matching underwear, something casual nothing special, I don't have a
significant other. I pulled my towel off from around me, sliding my underwear
up my legs, letting them rest on my hips. I hooked my bra on, fixing the
straps, as I dug around the dresser looking for a casual dress, since it was
summer. I sighed, sliding the black lacy dress over my head, shaking my hair
out of my face, I made my bed quickly and efficiently so my hair could air dry
a little more by all the movement. I let out a satisfied sigh and opened the
door, exiting into the hallway leading towards my room. I walked towards the
kitchen, picking up my cats bowl's on the way to the way to the counter. 
 "Fritz, Felix come here my babies." I shook the food bowls, hearing them meow,
I refilled their bowls and placed them on the ground a couple of feet away from
me. The two black cats came over, eating quick, crunching the food between
their teeth. I signed, taking two pieces of toast out of the bread box, putting
it into the toaster, pushing them down. I walked over to Felix, picking him up
from his bowl, petting him lightly on the head, he meowed, his damp nose
touching my neck. I walked to the fridge, grabbing myself a carton of milk,
closing the door with my foot. I let Felix go for a moment letting him hang on
my shoulder as I grabbed a glass. I placed my arm around him again, pouring the
milk, the toast popping up a few seconds after. I crouched down.
 "Time for me to eat. Off you go Felix." I put him onto the ground, letting him
run off into the living room. I took the pieces of toast out of the toaster,
laying them on the counter, I grabbed the carton of milk, and opened the fridge
again, exchanging the milk for the butter. I slathered it onto the toast not
missing an inch, and placed it back in the fridge. I picked up one piece, and
bit down, chewing slowly, savoring the buttery flavor. I let out a moan,
holding the piece of toast between my teeth, as I walked out the front door,
letting the warm breeze flow over me. I walked down the stone path, towards the
black, shiny mailbox. I took another bite of my toast as I opened it up,
grabbing the envelopes from the inside, sorting through them. Bill, Bill,
letter from grandma, letter from dad's work, and a letter from grandma,
addressed to me. I smirked to myself, going back into the house. I threw the
mail onto the counter, opening the letter. I already knew what the letter was
about, it was what she wanted me to do with my future and how she wanted me to
save the money she gave me for my education, her usual shindig.I opened the
small hand made envelope that always accompanied the letter, 33 euros. Grandma
is being fairly generous this week, which I appreciated but at the same time
she's 64 and is in heavy duty debt.I finished off the toast, and dashed to my
room, grabbing my hard covered journal and pen, placing it into my backpack. I
went back to the front door, sliding my studded black converse on my feet. I
grabbed the keys off the mini holder, exiting the house. I locked the door, and
slid the keys into my dress pocket. I walked down the sidewalk towards town,
humming the phantom of the opera under my breath. The book store and coffee
shop I usually went to was about twenty minutes on foot, and it was open very
early, which was great for me.I opened up the door of the book store.
 "Guten Morgen Velouria," I glanced over at the book keeper, giving him a large
smile.
 "Guten Morgen Herr Becker." I waved.
 "Anything I can help you with?" I shook my head looking at the large
collection of books.
 "No I'm alright, I'm just going to look around." I walked up the old wooden
stairs, towards the poetry section. Nobody was really there, I was usually the
first customer of the day for Herr Becker, the owner of the store.I looked
around the first bookshelf, from top to bottom, scanning the spines, moving
down the isle, continuing to look through the countless isle's. One of the
books caught my eye, right at the top of the third shelf I was walking by. I
hopped up, holding my dress down with my free hand, trying to reach the book.
My height wasn't something to brag about, I was quite short, standing at 5ft. 
 "Gosh...Darn it." I mumbled, getting up on my tip toes, letting out a
frustrated sigh. That's when I heard a small chuckle. I stopped for a minute,
standing normally now, and turned around. Seeing a huge, bulking man, with a
masculine figure which was covered by a black t-shirt, eyeing me with a shy
smirk on his face, as if he was trying to not laugh at me. His dark brown hair
was tied back so it wouldn't fall in front of his slightly scarred face. I felt
my face heat up, realizing that I was staring and making him uncomfortable.
 "Need help?" His voice was deep and silky, my mouth opened slightly, having a
slight loss for words. It was like my ears were in shock. I shook my head
snapping myself out of my daze, realizing that I didn't answer him.
 "Um...Yes. Yes please. Yes please sir." He smirked at my awkward corrections,
reaching over my head, causing me to be face to face with his chest. He grabbed
Bertolt Brecht's poetry compilation book, and handed it to me.
 "It's really good, I have a copy of my own, and don't call me sir, I'm not
that old." He commented. I smiled up at him.
 "Oh...Sorry, and yeah I love all his works, he's one of my inspirations." I
held the book against me, looking up at him. He gave me a small toothy smile,
and held out his large hand. 
 "I'm Till by the way." I reciprocated the smile, sliding my tiny, almost child
sized hand into his, giving it a small shake.
 "Velouria." I replied, still shaking his slightly rough hand. 
 "That's a...A very unique name." He complimented, removing his hand from
mine. 
 "So what's a girl like you doing here at 6:48 in the morning?" I raised my
eyebrows.
 "A girl like me...Is looking for books of course. What's a man like you doing
here at 6:48?" He chuckled, grabbing another poetry book, handing it to me. 
 "Buying some books before I go to work and weave countless baskets." My eyes
lit up. I had an art filled mind, I liked any kind of art, whether it be
writing, paintings, or even the physical stuff, like basket weaving, which
always fascinated me.
 "You weave baskets? That's cool, I've always wanted to try it." He laughed,
piling another book on top of the other.
 "It's not THAT fun." He said, as he grabbed another book, placing it on the
pile that I held. I placed my chin on top of it. 
 "Don't you work?" He asked, turning over one of the books he grabbed, his eyes
scanning over the back. To be honest I always wanted to work, but my father
actually wouldn't allow me. He was highly over protective of me, didn't let me
date, and since he was always out at work, I usually took advantage of the
alone time by going out, he didn't really like it but he didn't have much
control over what I did from work. 
 "I don't sadly. My dad wants me to wait until I'm eighteen." I mumbled. He
raised one eyebrow.
 "You're not older than eighteen? Could've fooled me." He joked, motioning me
to follow him. We walked down the stairs, me still holding the books under my
chin by the way. 
 "Well I mean...How old are you? Twenty four?" He laughed, it was quite deep
and throaty. Im assuming that I was wrong.
 "Thirty actually." He corrected, placing the books on the counter, helping me
put my pile on it as well. 
 "You could've also fooled me." Herr Becker walked around the counter, scanning
the books. 
 "Um seprate ta-." Till held up his hand.
 "Same tab, ignore Velouria over here." Herr Becker raised his eyebrows
smirking at me. He paid for the books, and held out one of the bags to me.
 "Since you're a fan of poetry, here is a bag full of my favorites." I
reluctantly took the bag out of his hands, and gave him a small smile.
 "Thanks...But you really didn't have to." He shrugged.
 "It's a rare day when I find someone who actually enjoys poetry around
here...Or who actually wants to talk to me which is another thing." I frowned
slightly. He was quite a nice guy, I don't understand why nobody wouldn't want
to talk to him. We walked out into the warm summer air, both of us letting out
a sigh of relief. 
 "Well...I better go to work. Need to weave those baskets." I frowned.
 "But! Do not fret. I will probably see you here tomorrow, and if not, the next
day." He reassured, giving me a small pat on my back. 
 "It was nice meeting you Velouria." 
 "It was nice meeting you too Till." He gave me a small smile, walking away
from me, down the road. Still frowning, I kicked a rock or two down the
sidewalk, walking the opposite way, towards the supermarket. I opened up my
backpack putting all the books into it, then pulling out the grocery list I
made for myself. I slung the bag over my shoulder and walked into the store,
grabbing a basket for myself. I traveled down every isle, putting various items
in the plastic basket like vegetables, fruit, milk, some Cat litter, normal
things for me at least. I checked out quickly, the grocery clerk giving me a
small kind smile. He was a boy my age, possibly a little older. He handed me
the bag.
 "Have a great day." I gave him a smile back.
 "You too." I took the bag out of his hands and went on my way back home. I got
there in no time, since it was about five maybe ten minutes away, depending on
how fast you walk. I unlocked the front door, and dropped my bag on the ground,
carrying the bag of groceries to the kitchen. Felix and Fritz jumped onto the
counter, stuffing their faces into the bags. I laughed, pushing their heads
away, grabbing the vegetables out of them, placing it into the refrigerator. I
continued to sort, and finally finished putting all the groceries away. I
walked back over to my bag and pulled out the bag of books that Till gave me,
and my journal, with my fountain pen that I wrote everything with. I walked
over to the couch and placed them down on the table, taking out the first book
on the top.
 "Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe." I muttered under my breath, opening my note
book. Whenever I read poetry I write down the page number if I liked the way it
was written, it helps me get ideas, and create my own works. I wrote the title
of the book and laid back on the couch, opening up to the first page, my eyes
scanning over the tiny lettering. I held the book on my stomach.
 "In the water the lily, the naked, oscillates back and forth, but you are
mistaken, friend, as soon as you say, it fluctuates: it is so firmly rooted in
the deep seabed. Only a loving thought weighs her head back and forth." I read
the poem aloud, and sighed at the beauty of the words. I wrote page one down in
my note book, and wrote a small note on the side reminding me of what it was
speaking of. I continued to read, only stopping to prepare myself lunch and
dinner, bathroom breaks were different cause I could still read if I was on the
toilet. By the time my dad came home I finished three poetry books, and a few
poems of my own. My dad walked in, looking over at me from the door way. I
bookmarked the page and sat up quickly closing the book. 
 "Hey dad." I greeted him putting the books in my bag so he wouldn't see that I
was writing again. 
 "Velouria what have I said about getting a good night's sleep? It's 12:46 in
the morning." He scolded, placing his work bag down. I rolled my eyes and stood
up.
 "It's summer dad, a good night's sleep doesn't exist. At least I'm home,
unlike all the other people my age." I mumbled, putting my bag on my shoulder,
as I walked over to him to give him a small kiss on the cheek.
 "Now I'm going to bed. So goodnight." I added, leaving him before my brain
slipped out of creative mode and went into defense mode instead. I walked into
my room, closing the door behind me. I took out all the books, and my black
leather journal out of my bag, placing it on my dark wooden desk that used to
be my mothers. I changed into some sleep shorts, and a baggy dark blue shirt,
before I took a seat at my desk so I could write just one more page before I
turned in. One page turned into several though, my messy writing was sprawled
all over the place, and before I knew it my head began to drop to the desk and
my eyes couldn't stay open, my body powering down like a robot, slowly going
into sleep mode.
 I was awoken by a small knock on the door, which caused me to shoot up from my
seat, banging my knee on the desk in the process. 
 "Mother flipper." I mouthed, holding my knee. I threw my journal on the chair
and pushed it under the desk so it would shield it from my dad who poked his
head in seconds later right after I messed up my bed to make it look like I
slept in it. 
 "Oh...You're awake already. Can't believe that." He muttered, looking at my
bedroom walls. 
 "It's great that you like art, but if we ever sold this house I don't think
that anyone would want a huge mural of Van Gogh's Starry Night." He joked. I
frowned at his comment, knowing that it really wasn't a joke. 
 "Anyways...I'm leaving. Love you Velouria." I gave him a small, reluctant
smile.
 "Love you too." He gave me one last look, and closed the door. I listened
closely to his footsteps travel down the hall, hearing him placing his work bag
on the ground. I walked over to the chair and took the book off the seat,
placing it back on top of the desk. I sighed, hearing the front door close and
lock. I felt a wave a relief wash over me. I glanced over at the clock, 5:55.I
rushed to the washroom realizing that I might miss Till if I was late. I ran
out of my room, throwing my clothes off onto the floor, nearly whipping myself
into the shower. I quickly lathered myself, massaging the shampoo into my hair.
I rinsed off fast, wrapping one of the spare towels around myself, fluffing my
hair as usual. I ran over to my room, grabbing my bra and underwear, pulling
them on quickly. I took out a red summer dress, pulling it over my head, fixing
the bottom so it hung nicely over my knees. I rushed out of my room, throwing
my journal and pen into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. I quickly poured
some food for the cats, and grabbed my keys off the little key hooks that we
had near the door. I placed it into the side pocket of my bag, almost tripping
over my own feet as I ran out of the house, holding my dress down with my left
hand. I arrived at the bookstore in under twenty minutes, which dried my hair
pretty quickly. I opened the door quickly. 
 "Guten Morgen Velouria." Herr Becker greeted from his counter, sitting in
front of the cash register. I gave him an exhausted large smile.
 "Guten Morgen Herr Becker." He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk coming up on
his thin lips.
 "If you're looking for your new friend he's already upstairs in the poetry
section." I blushed, giving him a thumbs up, mouthing a thank you. He shot me
one back, as I walked up the wooden steps. Searching through the isle's for
Till. I arrived at the last one, seeing him on the floor, his knees against his
chest, his face buried into one of the books he purchased yesterday. I smiled,
and took a seat beside him.
 "Guten Morgen Till." He jumped at how loud I greeted him.
 "Jesus Christ Velouria!" I giggled, grabbing the book out of his fairly large
hands.
 "Those books you chose out for me were...Amazing!" He raised his eyebrows, a
small reserved smile came up on his lips.
 "You read all of them?" I shrugged.
 "I got through three, but I wrote some stuff of my own..." I murmured. I could
see his blue eyes light up with curiosity.
 "Well care to sh-." My stomach growled loudly, interrupting his sentence. He
glanced down, holding back laughter. 
 "Oh...Well...Maybe you can share your poetry with me after we go get you
something to eat." He smirked, as I blushed from embarrassment. 
***** Weaving *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 We decided to walk to the coffee shop and bakery that was just down the street
from the bookstore, my stomach was grumbling all the way there, which filled
the silence between Till and I. We shared a couple fits of laughter, but apart
from that we didn't talk much, we just enjoyed the silence. We walked into the
slightly busy bakery, noticing that it was a rush for coffee and a fast
breakfast. I took my wallet out of my bag, immediately seeing Till's hand come
up to close it. I laughed.
 "No no. I'm paying for my food, and your's too." I informed, tilting my head
to look up at him, with a small smile on my face.
 "Come on. Let me..." I rolled my eyes.
 "How about I pay for breakfast and for the rest of the time we spend together
you can pay...Happy?" He glanced down at me and let out a defeated sigh.
 "Fine." The cashier called us up, and I nearly skipped over due to how excited
I was to get some food into my stomach.
 "I will have..." I looked up at the board and squinted, seeing the word cheese
cake catch my eye.
 "Ein Stück Käsekuchen und ein schwarzer Kaffee." The young woman put my order
into the cash register, and looked over at Till. I noticed him turn a fairly
bright red, seeing him get a little flustered. 
 "Um...Ein Stück Strohkuchen...Und ein Kaffee." He murmured, not really looking
at her. I glanced over at the woman, seeing that she took her gaze off of him
and turned her attention back to me. 
 "That will be...Three euros." I took out my pile of coins out of my dress
pocket, and handed her the three euros, a small smile appearing on my lips. We
moved to the side of the counter, waiting for the food and drinks. I glanced up
at him from the corner of my eye, seeing that the redness on his face was
slowly fading. 
 "Aww is Tilly shy." I nudged him, playfully teasing. His face turned red
again, adverting his gaze. The coffees came out, and I handed one to Till and
held one in my right hand, and it was then joined by the food, I could feel my
nose twitch at the sight of the beautiful cheese cake. My stomach growled loud
enough that everyone probably noticed, but in that moment I really didn't care.
I picked it up gently, I could feel Till's eyes observing me as I picked up the
plastic fork, and took a small little piece of the edge, and placed it into my
mouth. I felt the little piece melt in my mouth, letting out a satisfied moan,
I heard Till let out a small, deep giggle, while one of the employees put his
piece of streusel cake in front of mine. I placed the fork on the plate, and
sighed.
 "Let's go find a seat." I followed Till, as we exited the shop, and found a
table in the front. I placed the coffee and cake on the table and pulled out
the chair, taking a seat in front of Till who was already enjoying his cake. I
took a sip of the pipping hot coffee, and let out a long sigh. We both glanced
up from our plates at the same time, my large dark green eyes staring into his
blue almost greenish ones. He looked back down immediately, and gulped.
 "Your poetry?" I bit my bottom lip, and sighed, reluctantly putting my bag in
front of me. I unzipped the bag and pulled out my journal, handing it over to
him. I felt myself grow nervous all of the sudden, as he gently took the book
out of my hands, placing it down beside his cup of coffee. I watched him open
up to the page that was bookmarked, the last page that I wrote on. His eyes
moved from side to side, reading the words that I scrawled on the page just
minutes before I fell asleep last night.
 "One does not own beauty, one creates it in their dreams, they feel they can
obtain it. All alone, in a dark nights rest, all their thoughts...Lifeless.
Cursed by change, hidden by lies, running from the truth, beauty now dies. They
don't understand, they don't really care. Beauty now burns, smoke in the air.
Years go by and age seeps in. Beauty's worn out, life is giving in. Death
creeps up, beauty now cries. You're all alone, in your beautiful lies." His
voice made my ears melt, so smooth and deep, even though he was reading my
poetry aloud, I could find no words to say to try and stop him. I looked at
him, trying to find a reaction within his blank face, I clutched my hand within
mine, holding it tightly. He tore his gaze off the page a shy smile floating
across his lips.
 "Its beautiful, in a dark way too...Just the way I like it." He smirked,
flipping a few pages back. I felt my whole body relax. Thank god.
 "Do you write?" He stopped turning the pages.
 "Um...Not really...They're not th-." 
 "Can I read some?" I interrupted smoothly, taking a bite of the cheese cake.
 "Mmm I don't know..." I frowned, his eyes darting everywhere, looking at
everything other than me.
 "It's okay...I don't want to pressure you." I reassured, as his eyes began to
wander over another page. 
 "You draw too?" He asked, changing the subject, an impressed smile appearing
on his face. I gave him a small nod.
 "I inherited it from my mom, she used to be a fantastic artist." A small
confused look came up on his face.
 "Used to be?" I nodded, taking another forkful of the cheese cake.
 "She passed away when I was thirteen. After that my father was never the same
again, he dislikes every type of art now, cause it reminds him of her." Till
frowned, giving me a small understanding nod.
 "I'm sorry...I know how it feels to lose a parent...My father passed away at
the beginning of this year." I gave him a tiny shrug.
 "I've gotten used to her being gone...I do miss her, but when I try to ask if
I can go put flowers where she's buried, my father becomes hostile. That's why
I keep everything under the radar. Except my art, my art is literally
everywhere including my room." I explained. He had a small, melancholy smile.
 "This drawings beautiful so your room must be too." I blushed.
 "Yeah...He probably got rid of all my paint and stuff... including my easel."
He took a sip of his coffee.
 "I know we've only seen each other twice...But if you want you can come see
the shop I work at and maybe if you like it you can bring all your stuff
there..." I felt like an intrusion all of the sudden. Hearing an offer that
tempting made me feel some sort of way, like I was now something that was
intruding. 
 "Um it's alrig-" He quickly interrupted. 
 "I mean it could be like a studio, no one in the place would bother you,
except me of course, and you can sell things too, make some money...It could be
your job." Okay, I can admit that the offer was starting to sound really good.
It would be a comfortable place, and I wouldn't be alone either, which is a
huge plus, I would only have a couple of weeks before school starts, but it
would be a great place to get my art career started, it is also possible to do
my poetry also, without being bothered. I glanced up at him and rubbed my
forearm.
 "I gotta admit...It's a great offer." He looked at me, and raised his
eyebrows.
 "So...Is that a yes?" I took a sip of my coffee, and gave him a nod. He smiled
brightly, showing off his teeth, and it was fairly contagious because I found
myself smiling back at him. I finished my cheese cake, and folded up the plate
with the fork in it. He finished his also, leaving us with our coffee's.
 "You can come see the place if you want...The owners won't mind." I nodded.
 "Sure I have nothing else to do." We both stood up, and pushed in our chairs.
I followed behind him, as we began walking down the sidewalk. 
"So your boss wouldn't mind you bringing me?" He shook his head. 
 "Nope...As long as I weave baskets and you're not a complete distraction we're
all good." He joked, the warm summer air flowing around my legs.
 "Maybe you'll put some color into the place too." He added, taking a sip from
his coffee cup. I observed how the sun shined on the side of his face, casting
a shadow onto the floor. His face had acne scars, which I could see made him
uncomfortable, it was probably the reason why he became so flustered when that
young woman was looking at him, but I liked them, they gave him personality. He
took a glimpse at me and turned red again. I quickly looked away.
 "Sorry." I murmured, as we began to walk in silence again. We finally arrived
at the flat, it wasn't too big, but it was made out of a light brown brick,
seemed like it could fit a lot of employees though. He opened the door for me,
a faint smell of sweat and willow. 
 "Guten Morgen Till." A short man with long blonde hair greeted, walking by
us. 
 "Guten Morgen Lionel." He replied, we walked down the hallway, the wooden
floor creaking beneath us. It only took a few minutes to arrive at his work
space, which was shield by the door. He pushed it open, revealing a fairly
large table, with several woven baskets. He motioned for me to go in, in which
I did. The room was only lit by the sun peaking through the window, other than
that the place was really dull. For some reason I could picture Till working
alone, his hands weaving the baskets in total and complete silence. He must've
been so lonely sometimes. I looked around the room, seeing a large space in the
corner, where I could put my easel and finished works. I have to be honest, I
really wanted to take the offer now. It wasn't just because I could paint in
peace without my father ripping it to shreds, but it was just the fact that
Till wouldn't be alone. I know it was weird to say seeing is I don't know him
too well, and the only things we've actually spoken about in depth was my mom
and his dad's passing, but I felt like I could provide him some company,
possibly bring him out of his shell, and get to know him a little better. 
 "So...Do you like it?" He murmured quietly, scratching the back of his neck,
taking me out of my train of thought. 
 "Yes...I love it actually." I proclaimed, with a small smile on my face. I
looked up at him, seeing him smiling as well, but not directly at me. 
 "Well then, that means we're going to have to get you moved in as soon as
possible." He joked. I let out a small giggle. Awkward silence yet again. I
noticed a small FM radio on his desk, which proved to me he wasn't actually
working in complete silence at least. I walked over, and lifted myself onto a
part of the work table that looked unoccupied, placing my butt on the wood, and
crossing my legs. I could feel Till's eyes watching my as I leaned back and
turned the radio on, hearing 4 non-blondes "What's up" blasting through the
speakers. I couldn't help but laugh.
 "I wouldn't think that you were into pop music." I glanced over at him, he
shook his head, walking over to the work bench.
 "I'm not...I don't really have a choice in the matter, but if I did I would
probably listen to Alice Cooper, Zepplin, or Sabbath...I would." He mentioned,
taking out some pine straw, stems and grass, placing it on the table.
 "Ahh...So you're a rock and roller." He shrugged, smirking. 
 "Yeah...I used to be in a drummer in a band actually. We kinda split off
though, hence the reason I'm working here now." He motioned to his
surroundings. 
 "But you enjoy it right?" He nodded, starting off the bottom of the basket.
 "Definitely. I like working with my hands." He mentioned. I watched his fairly
large hands slowly weave one of the straws into place.
 "So...When's school starting?" He asked out of the blue, trying to keep up the
conversation.
 "September 5th." He raised his eyebrows.
 "And it's your last year right?" I nodded. 
"Sadly it is." I said sarcastically, causing Till to let out a light laugh. 
 "You don't like school?" I shrugged, swinging my legs back and forth.
 "I guess I do...I fly under the radar, so I don't really mind it." He placed
another piece of straw weaving it in.
 "Where did you go to high school?" I asked. He stopped for a moment, like he
was thinking or reminiscing.
 "I used to go to a sports school for swimming, then got expelled from boarding
school." I raised my eyebrows.
 "You? Expelled? You don't seem like the type." I remarked. He smirked, looking
over at me.
 "What is my type then?" I shrugged and shifted, pulling my dress down a little
over my knees. 
 "I don't know...You're really reserved, and kind. I wouldn't think that you
would get expelled." I explained, as he continued to weave another piece into
the basket. 
 "Well I'm all those things that you listed, I just wasn't myself when I was
there..." It sounded like he didn't want to talk about it, so I avoided
continuing the conversation and moving to a slightly different topic.
 "So you used to be a swimmer?" He nodded.
 "Yeah...I was shortlisted to go to the 1980 Olympics in Moscow, but I got
kicked out of the group before I got there, it was for stupid things, but I
still enjoy taking a swim or two once in a while." He informed quietly, I could
see the basket slowly coming together before my eyes.
 "What did you do to get kicked off the team?" He let out a small sigh.
 "An abundance of things. We went on a trip to Italy and I left the hotel room
without permission, I drank...Like I said, loads of things." He admitted, his
eyes completely focused on the basket.
 "What are you thinking of doing after high school?" He asked. I knew what I
wanted to do...But at the same time I couldn't follow it, especially because
the only support system I had in my life was my father, who didn't support what
I was doing.
 "I want to become a professional poet, or artist. Whichever one I can
achieve...I enjoy them both." I confessed honestly, leaning back slightly so I
could see his face out of the corner of my eye. 
 "Always do what you love to do...Don't let someone dictate what you do for the
rest of your life, because you will always be thinking about how great your
life would've been if you followed your dreams." He advised, motioning for me
to hand another piece of straw to him that probably ended up behind me. I
turned to the side, handing it over to him. I watched him gently weave it
along, seeing the medium sized basket in front of me. He began to finish the
ends happily. 
 "You really need to teach me how to do this. You're amazing at it." I
commented, watching him delicately weave the edges into one another so it would
have a clean finish. He blushed lightly at the comment, pulling his large hands
off the finished product. 
 "It literally took you twenty minutes to finish it...What time do you work
until?" I asked curiously. He glanced over at the clock, and squinted.
 "Until ten tonight I think. Why?" I smiled, bringing my short legs up onto the
table, criss crossing my legs like a child, I shifted my dress so I wasn't
exposing myself or anything.
 "I might as well make myself comfortable." He raised one eyebrow. 
 "You're staying?" I nodded. 
 "I...I don't bore you?" He questioned, actually sounding concerned. I enjoyed
his company, and he wasn't boring at all, I don't know why he would think that.
He seemed so self conscious about himself, and I know everyone has something
they don't like about themselves, but it seems like he has very low thoughts
about himself. 
 "I don't find you boring at all..." I could see his eyes shine from the
sunlight, he seemed caught off guard by my answer. 
 "Why would you think that?" He shrugged. 
 "I don't know...Whenever I talk to people it feels like I'm not communicating
with them correctly, like they don't understand where I'm coming from...Or
they're just not interested in what I have to say." He explained, placing the
finished basket with the rest of them. 
 "Well...I like talking to you, and that's why I'm not leaving." I reassured,
smiling at him. He turned around and let out a sigh. 
 "Well...If you're going to stay here...I might as well teach you how to weave
a basket, get two done at once." He propositioned, taking out enough material
for him and I. I hopped off the work table, fixing my dress. 
 "Let's get started then." 
 
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 Time went by so quickly that we lost track of it. Six thirty was a break for
dinner, which was provided by the workplace, according to Till they didn't do
this too often, usually it was to celebrate someone's birthday, but he didn't
think that it was someone's birthday so it must've been a special occasion
then. For me I only stuck to the vegetables and some bread, I didn't enjoy meat
all that much, except bacon of course, but if it was the only thing that was
there I would eat it. Till on the other hand took almost every sort of meat
they offered, in addition to the vegetables and bread. On the other hand I did
learn several things about Till, but one of the biggest thing I noticed was he
had a really great singing voice. I only found that out when I was coming back
from the washroom and overheard him singing to one of the pop songs on the
radio from behind the door. When I went back in he immediately stopped,
pretending that I didn't hear him. Then ten o'clock came around and we were
cleaning up.
 "It's pretty dark outside...Want me to walk you home?" He asked lightly,
piling the baskets into one another. I shrugged handing him the three that I
made. If my dad caught me walking home with a man who was thirteen years older
than me he would probably kill me and him, but it was only ten o'clock right?
He wouldn't be home for another two hours, so it wasn't too risky. 
 "Okay." I replied, knowing that he probably wouldn't take no for an answer. I
grabbed my bag off the work counter putting it over my shoulders, and exited
the building from the back door. 
 "Lead the way." He murmured, motioning in front of him. We began to walk
towards the bookstore. 
 "Is your dad going to be home?" He asked out of the blue. I shook my head.
 "Nope...He comes home at midnight, even later sometimes." He raised his
eyebrows.
 "So you're home alone all the time?" I nodded.
 "Since I was fourteen...I've gotten used to it though, when he is home he's
always on me about getting a good nights sleep, and stuff like that." I
explained simply.
 "It does get quite lonely sometimes though..." I added. He looked down at me.
 "I mean...I could stay with you until midnight if you want, I don't get too
much sleep as it is." He offered. In all honesty, this was actually the only
time that I actually wanted someones company. Apart from the two or three
friends I have in school, Till was someone that actually understood where I was
coming from or what I was going through, probably because he has gone through
it himself. It had been a great day, and even though it might be quite risky to
let him stay, I kind of wanted him to.
 "Okay. You just have to make sure you leave a little before midnight just in
case he got off work early." I warned. He smirked, and nodded. It took a couple
of more minutes, which were filled with total silence, to reach my house. I
grabbed my keys out of the side pocket of my bag, placing it into the lock,
hearing a loud click. I pushed open the door letting Till in before me.
Immediately a choir of meows  rang through the house, my cats walking towards
us. I smirked, locking the door behind me.
 "Welcome to my humble abode." I motioned to our surroundings as Till bent down
and held his hand out at Felix.
 "That's Felix and the other one is Fritz." I introduced them. 
 "They're so cute." He commented, while Felix and Fritz rubbed against his
legs. I smirked, placing my keys on the hook.
 "I'm going to get changed out of this dress. Make yourself comfortable." I
shuffled past him, down the hallway to my room. I opened the door, dropping my
bag down on the ground, turning on the dim light. I sighed, emptying my bag,
putting my poetry book into my desk. I closed the door behind me, walking over
to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of jogging bottoms, and a baggy t-shirt,
prying my dress off from over my head. I shook my head, fluffing my hair a
little bit, while I unhooked my bra. My breasts weren't big, nor were they
small. The only way to explain them was that I could pass without wearing a bra
and people would think I was wearing one...If that makes sense. I slid the
baggy Jimmy Hendrix t-shirt over my head, pushing my hair out of my face. I
threw my dress into the hamper, and folded my bra putting it into the dresser.
I grabbed my black jogging bottoms, sliding them over my smooth, pale, and
short legs, tying the waist band up so they didn't fall off, since they were so
loose. I closed the light and stepped out of my room, waddling into the living
room, seeing Till sitting on the couch watching Derrick, a crime show that I
would binge watch at this time of night. I walked by him, noticing that he had
Felix in his arms. His eyes slowly followed me, as I threw myself down on the
couch, cuddling into the pillow.
 "You like this show?" He asked, looking over at me. I nodded.
 "Yeah...It's one of my favorites. I enjoy it quite a bit." I glanced over at
him, a small smile on my face.
 "Do you like it?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. He gave a small shrug, slowly
dragging his hand over the top of Felix's head.
 "I used to watch it when it first aired, then I got busy and just...Forgot
about it." I frowned, and looked back at the television.
 "Well...Now you can get back into it." I murmured. Fritz jumped up in front of
me, cuddling into my shirt, and purring loudly. I smiled, dragging my hand over
his smooth fur. I felt myself slowly begin to close my eyes, trying to keep
them open, but to no avail, my body slowly gave in to the tiredness, and fell
asleep. 
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 I laughed lightly at Felix crawling up my shoulder, as I turned to Velouria to
say something, seeing that she was sound asleep, Fritz curled up against her,
sleeping also. I smiled to myself, scanning her black hair hanging over her
freckled face. I turned off the television, gently putting Felix down on the
ground, the movement woke Fritz up, causing him to jump off the couch, and run
off in a sprint. She let out a light snore, and I could feel my heart begin to
beat out of my chest. There was something so alluring about her, it just made
me want to get to know her more, and be closer with her, which was a feeling
that was being reignited. I sighed, knowing that it was impossible, she would
probably be leaving the country to get away from her father after she finishes
school, getting close to her would take time too, I can't even look her in the
eye without feeling like she is judging me. I shook my head, hooking my arms
under her legs. I slowly lifted her up, holding her against me as I walked to
her room. She was so small in my arms that she could've been mistaken for a
child, her head rested on me, while I pushed open the door with my foot. I
almost dropped her when I saw her walls, my mouth fell agape instead. They were
painted in every shade of blue, with orange and yellow representing the sun,
just like Starry Night. She was...Talented, to say the least. I snapped out of
my daze, walking over to her bed. I slowly pulled her blankets off her bed and
put her under, pulling the covers up to her neck. She rolled over letting out a
sigh against the pillow. I couldn't help but smile, as I stood up straight
looking at the window, which was the only way to get out, without leaving the
door unlocked, so I grabbed my shoes from the front door, slid them on, wrote a
small note and exited through the window, excited to see what the next day had
in store for us.
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 A loud knock echoed through the room, causing me to shoot up from my bed. My
dad must've tucked me in for the night when he came home. 
 "Um come in." I nearly yelled, my dad opened up the door, and gave me a small
smile 
 "Morning, you must've slept really well last night. You weren't up when I came
home." I widened my eyes, and nodded rapidly.
 "Oh yeah! Definitely." I replied enthusiastically, lying through my teeth. He
smiled brightly.
 "Just wanted to wake you up. I'm off to work, so I will see you tomorrow
morning." I waved at him.
 "Okay dad. See you tomorrow." He closed the door behind him, and immediately
my mind raced. I threw the covers off, looking around the room, I noticed a
note on my desk which could've only been from one person. 
 "Till." I murmured, getting out of the bed, sleepily walking over to the note.
I picked it up, and unfolded the piece of paper, his writing was written out
messily in red pen.
 "It's moving day. I'll be at your house at 7." I glanced over at the clock,
seeing that it was six. I had enough time to grab a shower, change, and make
some breakfast. I quickly took my shirt and jogging bottoms off, and hopped all
the way to the shower. It was quick and rushed, but in all honesty I did have
to start cutting down my shower time, especially when school is just around the
corner. I turned off the water, and towel dried my hair, making my way back to
my bedroom. I dropped my towel, and pulled on my undergarments. If I was going
to be moving my paint stuff I definitely didn't want a dress getting dirty, so
I grabbed a Black Sabbath t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans. I pulled them on
quickly, and made my way to the kitchen, filling up Felix and Fritz's cat
bowls. I opened up one of the many cupboards I had in the kitchen and climbed
up onto the counter to reach the pancake mix, being interrupted with a knock
before grabbing it. I hopped down and walked over to the door, hopping over
Felix in the process. I unlocked it, quickly and pulled it open, seeing Till
leaning against the frame, he looked down at me, a small shy smile on his
face. 
 "Guten Morgen Fraulein." His gravelly voice greeted.
 "Guten Morgen Till." I replied happily, moving away from the door to let him
in. He took his shoes off as I walked back to the kitchen, pulling myself back
up onto the counter. I could hear his heavy footsteps coming towards my
location, laughing lightly.
 "Mein Gott. What are you doing?" I reached up, grabbing the pancake mix, I
felt myself lose balance, falling back. Till's muscular, and fairly large arms
caught me, before I dropped onto the floor, holding the pancake mix still.
 "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm dropping from counters." I joked, as he
slowly placed my feet onto the floor, his arms lingering around me. I raised my
eyebrows, glancing over my shoulder. He quickly pulled his arms off me, causing
my teeth to bite my lower lip, as I smirked. I listened to him make his way to
the island, while I placed the pancake mix on the counter. 
 "Can you grab me one of the bowls so we don't have a do over of what just
happened?" I asked, motioning to the cupboard beside me. 
 "Um...Alright." He replied, I opened the box of pancake mix, hearing him
lumbering over to the cupboard, bringing down a metal bowl, placing it in front
of me. I opened the bag up pouring the mix into it, I filled the measuring cup
with a cup and a half of cold water, and poured it into the bowl also,
beginning to stir it. Till searched for a pan and placed it onto the stove top
for me, turning up the heat. I glanced over at him, seeing the fire shooting
out the sides, nearly burning his hand. He walked around me, grabbing the
butter out of the fridge, cutting a slice with one of the knives that was in
the dish rack, throwing it onto the pan, a sizzling sound accompanying it. I
shifted to the side, bringing the bowl over with me. Till did the same, putting
some space between us. I poured some of the mix into the pan, taking a spatula
out of one of the drawers. I could sense that Till was watching my nimble
movements, as I stood there waiting a couple of seconds before turning it over,
the one side of the pancake a perfect golden brown. 
 "Can you grab a plate?" He nodded, grabbing it from the dish rack, placing it
beside me. I slid the pancake off onto it.
 "You should make some too, it'll be faster." I mentioned.
 "Good point." He grabbed another pan from the cupboard, and put some butter on
it, turning on the flame beside mine, I could see the fire shoot out on the
ends. I poured some more mix into my pan and handed it to him, he did the same,
placing it on his side. I felt so tiny beside him, and I bet everything around
him felt small as well. I handed him the spatula, letting him turn over his
pancake, before I turned my own over. He seemed so out of it, so I quickly
dipped my finger into the batter, and put a little on the tip of his nose,
letting out a small giggle, seeing him blush heavily. 
 "Come on Till, smile." I gave him a tiny nudge, putting another batter dot
under his eye, and under the other one as well. Flipping the pancake that I had
on my pan, as well as his. 
 "I...I'm sorry." He murmured under his breath. I tilted my head to look up at
him, a small confused look on my face. Unless he burned a fucking pancake,
which he didn't, there is no reason he should be saying sorry. 
 "Why are you apologizing?" I asked lightly, taking both pancakes off the heat
putting them into the plate. I refilled the pans.
 "I don't know...I thought I made you uncomfortable..." I smirked at him.
 "Till...It wasn't a big deal, you caught me before I smashed my head on the
ground, no discomfort was felt, so don't be sorry." I reassured.
 "Now flip that pancake or else you'll really be sorry." I warned, giggling. He
laughed along with me, flipping the pancake. I grabbed the spatula out of his
hand and did the same, I handed him a dishcloth so he could wipe the batter off
his face. 
 "I also love your smile. So please do it more often...I don't like seeing you
miserable." His face turned so red, like a tomato, but I enjoyed that as well.
I could tell he tried to cover his face with the dish cloth, but it just made
it even more noticeable to me. I smirked, turning back to the pans, I poured
the last bit of batter in each, and waited a few seconds.
 "I'm assuming you carried me to bed right?" He nodded.
 "I was amazed by your walls, they were stunning, how long did it take you?" I
gave a small shrug. 
"I did around five hours a day. So...Probably around twenty hours." I remember
those days, my room still has the smell of the paint, which took a while to
dry, especially because it was oil paint. 
 "I don't know why your father would have a problem with it, you're so
talented. I almost dropped you on the ground cause I was so shocked." I laughed
at how he was explaining his reaction, putting the last two pancakes on the
plate, handing it to him. I could see a large red mark on the top of his hand
 "Till...Did you...Burn yourself?" I pointed at it, he placed the plate down on
the island, and turned his hand looking at the blister. 
 "Yikes...I didn't notice that." He sounded like he was trying to mask the
pain.
 "I'm going to get some bandages...Cause that does not look good at all." I ran
to the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet, pulling out some gauze and
disinfectant cream. I got back into the kitchen in record time, seeing that he
already had a pancake in his hand with a large bite mark in it. His blue eyes
met mine, a small reddish tinge coming up on his cheeks.  
"Sorry. I couldn't resist." He claimed. I rolled my eyes, pointing to the chair
in front of me.
 "Sit." He frowned, and walked over, the floor creaking beneath him, as he took
a seat on the chair. I still had to look up at him, but not as much as before.
I grabbed the hand that the pancake was in and pulled it to me, taking a quick
bite.
 "Jesus Christ I'm an amazing cook." I jokingly declared, picking up his left
hand gently. My hand was so tiny compared to his, his were workers hands, huge
and large. Mine were literally child's size, which was a side effect of being
short, as a reference of how small my hands were, if I were to put both of them
together, Tills one hand would be able to wrap around both of them. I sighed,
turning it over, the nasty burn beginning to blister. 
 "Do you like the pain or something? Cause I have a feeling that if I didn't
notice this, it would've gone unnoticed by you." He shrugged.
 "It's not that bad." I grabbed the bandage, smearing some of the disinfectant
onto the gauze, gently placing it on it. I pressed down lightly, hearing him
hiss.
 "Don't do that." I raised my eyebrows.
 "Thought you liked the pain." I murmured. He grabbed another pancake, taking a
large bite.
 "These are quite irresistible." He motioned to the fluffy, golden brown
pancake. I grabbed his arm again, taking a bite of it.
 "They really are." I taped the gauze up so the bandage wouldn't fall off. I
let his hand go, my eyes lingering on it. 
 "Thanks..." I glanced up at him.
 "No problem...Um...I think we should get moving, it'll take a while to bring
all my paints and supplies to your work." I warned.
 "I borrowed a car from work, so we can just load everything up in there, it'll
be way easier." He mentioned standing up from the chair, immediately I felt
small again, his shadow casting over me. 
 "Well...Let's get to work then."
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***** Blush *****
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 A couple of nights later, while I was lounging around the house, my dad came
out of his room with two fairly large luggage bags in his hands. I watched him
walk to the front door.
 "And where are you going?" I questioned, getting up from my laid position,
closing the book that I had in my hands. He let out a huff of frustration.
 "I've done this a billion times Vel. It's the annual work trip, remember? I
always leave for the last two weeks of summer." I just remembered now to be
honest, we rarely get to talk, and when we do it's like an argument, so he
can't blame me for not remembering the work trip. 
 "Um yeah I remember...I guess I just forgot." I said quietly, my shoulders
lifting into a shrug. He slid on his shoes, a small sigh escaping from his
mouth. I placed the book on the couch and walked over to him, I gave him a
light hug.
 "Have fun on your trip." I murmured, he nodded, pulling away from me coldly.
If I was going to explain how I felt when my dad didn't hug me back, or when he
pulls away from me like he just did, it was probably a mix between abandonment,
and sadness. We used to be so close before my mom passed, and when she did my
dad just stopped being a dad. Sometimes I wanted him to just hug me, and be
supportive, but it was just a large dream, off in the distance. He picked up
his bags, and without another word, he left as usual. I felt tears weld up in
my eyes, all of the sudden a wave of emotion came over me, I don't know why I
was feeling this way. I walked over to the wall phone, taking it off the hook,
dialing the only person that I wanted to talk to right now. I twirled the wire
around my fingers, wiping the tears off my cheeks. I heard a little click, and
a small sigh.
 "Hello?" Till's deep, sleepy voice answered, mid yawn. I sniffled, a shaky
breath escaping my mouth.
 "Till...Can I come over?" I cried. I could hear him shuffling on the other end
of the phone, I'm assuming he was sitting up. 
 "Yeah...Yeah sure...Just be careful coming here, it's kinda late." He warned
calmly. I wiped my face, nodding.
 "I'll be there in twenty minutes." I croaked, hanging up the phone.
Immediately I slid my shoes on, and opened the front door, the cool night air
hitting my tear soaked face. I zipped up my sweater, and made my way to his
house. The first time I went over there was when we were moving my things to
the warehouse. He forgot his work shoes so he invited me in as he was looking
for them. His house was cozy, a nice comfy couch, a tiny kitchen, with two
bedrooms, I don't know why he would've needed two bedrooms though, he was the
only one living there. I shivered, wiping my tears off my cheeks, trying to
prevent myself from getting even colder. I walked by a bar, seeing everyone
laughing and smiling, and for some, unknown reason I felt like I wanted to be
them. Maybe this was just one of my depressing moments, where I felt alone, and
helpless in the world. I began to rush to Till's house, wanting to get there as
soon as possible, before I lost all the mental control that I had. I ran up the
stepping stones that led to his front door, and stepped onto his porch,
knocking loudly on the door. I heard a small cry, all of the sudden my mood
changed. It sounded like a baby. The door opened, seeing Till in a t-shirt and
grey jogging bottoms, holding a pink bundle. My eyes widened immediately,
eyebrows raising in shock. He had a kid. She cried loudly, the squeaky sobs
ringing through my ears. He had bags under his eyes, like he didn't get any
sleep, he let out a small yawn.
 "Come on in, I was just heating up a bottle." I opened up the screen door as
he walked back to the kitchen. I slipped off my shoes, and followed him, the
babies crying still ringing through the house. He took the pot off the stove,
moving it to the burner behind it. I held out my arms.
 "Here, I'll hold her while you get the bottle ready." He looked over at me,
then down at the baby, and gave me a small nod, gently placing the baby into my
arms. She was so light, and I could hear her cries immediately fade as I slowly
rocked her back and forth. I smiled down at her, tracing my finger over her
tiny nose. I guess every woman had the motherly instincts, even me. I could see
Till looking over his shoulder slightly, as he poured the warm milk into the
bottle, screwing the top on, handing it to me.
 "She seems to be calmer with you." He muttered, smiling down at me. I could
feel my cheeks heat up, as I slowly placed the bottle into her mouth. 
 "What's her name?" I asked quietly, trying not to disturb her relaxed state. 
 "Marie Louise..." He replied softly.
 "She's three months." I looked up at him, a small smile on my face. 
 "And she's yours?" He let out a chuckle.
 "Yes. Do you really think someone would want me watching their kids?" He
joked, lightly laughing. 
 "Her mother had to go to work...So I have to watch her for the night." He
added, leaning against the counter. I took the empty bottle out of her mouth,
handing it over to Till, who took it out of my hand.
 "My other child...Nele...She never cried this much with me." How could he hide
something so big from me? He has two fucking kids, and he thought that was
something to brush over? I shrugged.
 "Some babies are better with females. I wasn't expecting that female to be me
though." He smirked, as I cradled her in my arms. 
 "Why were you crying on the phone?" He asked softly. I didn't look up at him,
I kept my gaze fixated on the small bundle in my arms.
 "I was just thinking...And I guess my emotions got the better of me." I
explained under my breath. Till pushed off the counter and walked over to me,
taking Marie Louise out of my arms.
 "I'll put the bundle of joy in her crib then we can talk about it." He
murmured, carrying her off to her room, which gave me the answer as to why he
had a house with two bedrooms. I took a seat on the small couch, hearing Till
slowly close the bedroom door, making his way back to me. He sat beside me,
leaving some space between us, and leaned back. 
 "So...Why were you crying?" I looked over at him, and shrugged, not being able
to find the words to express how I was feeling.
 "I just felt...Alone all of the sudden. My dad left for a business trip, and
when I went to hug him, it was like he didn’t want anything to do with me…He is
leaving for two weeks, and all he wanted to do was push me away." Till let out
a small sigh.
 "You can stay here for the time being if you want. It's not a big deal to me."
I looked over at him, a small smile appearing on my lips.
 "Thanks Till, but I don't want to be a bother." He chuckled a little bit.
 “Non sense…You’re staying, I’ve got some extra clothes and stuff in my room,
you can choose whatever you want to wear.” He said quickly, ending the
discussion so I couldn’t say anything back. I got up, and reluctantly sighed,
walking down the hall towards his room. His bed was unmade, the phone right
beside it, his alarm clock read one thirty, but apart from that his room was
quite minimalistic. There was a desk with a few books on it a journal included,
but I knew it was quite a personal thing. I sighed, pulling my dress off of me,
as I opened up the dresser, grabbing an Alice Cooper t-shirt, and a pair of
jogging shorts, that looked fairly large when I was holding them up in front of
me. I pulled on the shorts, tying them up as tightly as I could around my
waist, I unfolded the shirt, taking a small whiff of it. Till’s fairly strong,
minty scent radiating through my nose. I let out a small breath out so I could
smell it one more time. Then all of the sudden as I was about to put on the
shirt, the door opened, and I heard Till gasp, closing it loudly.
 “Shit…Sorry.” I couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh, while I pulled
on the shirt and opened the door, knowing that he was probably back on the
couch. I tip toed over to the living room, noticing that he was laying on the
couch, his face right in the pillow, his feet dangling off the end of the arm
rest. He was too tall to fit on the couch which wasn’t too shocking, since the
couch was probably a little bit longer than me. I could tell he was
embarrassed, hell I would be too if I walked in on a girl shirtless, if I was a
guy of course. I pushed his legs over a little, so it made some space for me as
I laid down beside him, head to feet, putting one leg under his, and the other
near his head, my feet not quite reaching his face. 
 “What are you doing?” His voice was muffled against the pillow. 
 “Laying on the couch with you.” I murmured, turning on the television.
 “…Sorry I accidentally walked in on you…I didn’t mean for that to happen. I-
I’m sorry.” I put my arm over his leg and resting my head on his leg, which
twitched when I came in contact with it.
 "Don't worry about it Till. I don't care." I replied. I saw him turn his head,
so he was facing the television.
 "You should care." He shot back. I raised my eyebrows at his response. It was
just an accident, I don't think he meant to walk in and see that, so for me it
really isn't a big deal, it's also the fact that he probably didn't see
anything either, probably just caught a glimpse of my skin. 
 "Well...I don't, cause it was just an accident. So don't worry." I said
through a yawn. He took this as a sign to not start an argument with me, so he
didn't. We just laid there in silence, watching Derrick, my eyes began to
slowly flutter, as I struggled to keep them open. My ears tuned into his light
breathing, which made me even more sleepy, and eventually I gave in. 
 ------
 I couldn't get the image of her out of my head, how smooth her skin looked in
the dim light, even though almost everything was covered, except her back from
where I was standing. I turned over a little bit so my body was facing the
television, trying not to wake her by my sudden movements, especially because
her leg was between mine, which made me even more flustered. I tried my best to
not crush her foot under my side, so I moved back slightly so just her toes
were under me. Her pale white leg caught my eye, small stretch marks scattered
around them, I brought my left hand up, tracing over the little purple lines
that were so unnoticeable from afar. Her skin was smooth, and silky under my
calloused finger tips. For some reason I was wishing for her to wake up, and
ask me what I was doing, because at this point of time I was willing to say
everything that I was thinking in that moment. My eyes trailed up her leg up to
her freckled splattered face, as she cuddled her head into my leg, I couldn't
help but smile, while I closed my eyes, trying to get in some sleep before the
baby started crying. 
 ------
 A small knock at the door awoke us the next morning, my head shot up from
Till's leg, he let out a loud grunt, sitting up as well. 
 "Probably Anja...I'll go get the baby." He got up from the couch quickly,
walking to the babies room. In my own mind I was remembering what happened. He
walked to the front door with Marie Louise in his arms opening the door.
 "Thank you so much for watching her Till. Sorry about being so last minute
about it." She let out a small sigh.
 "It's alright, she was really good last night, not a lot of crying." He
informed quietly. I looked over at the television, and then back at the
doorway. 
 "I will call you next time." He laughed.
 "Yes. Thank you Anja." He closed the door, letting out a small sigh, placing
his back on it. 
 “Breakfast?” He offered, not making any eye contact with me, walking right by
the living room. I rolled my eyes, and got up from the couch following him into
it. 
 “Looks very dull outside today eh?” I murmured, leaning against the frame of
the kitchen entrance, trying to make some sort of conversation. He opened up
the cupboard, bringing down a bag of coffee.
 “Yeah…It’s probably going to rain.” He replied, in an over enthusiastic voice,
ignoring my gaze, his back still facing me. He filled up one of the coffee
filters, as I pushed myself off the frame, walking over to him, tip toeing so
he couldn't sense that I was coming. I hopped up on his back wrapping my legs
around his waist, my arms around his neck.
 "Velouria!" He gasped, trying to keep himself composed, and serious. I put my
chin on his shoulder.
 "Can't you just forget about walking in on me? You're being immature." He
chuckled lightly.
 "You're the one acting like a backpack...I'm not the one being immature." He
pointed out, putting the filter into the coffee maker. 
 "I'm not getting off your back until you stop being all shy. Like I said it
wasn't a big deal, you really didn't see anything at all..." I explained, he
turned the coffee maker on, walking to the fridge with me still clung on his
back. 
 "Okay! I'll forget about what I saw, now get off my back." He laughed. In
complete and total honesty, I actually didn't want to let go, I felt right, and
in that moment I think he knew how I was feeling. I slowly dropped off of him,
and went back to the same spot that I was at before, leaning against the
entrance of the kitchen. He opened the fridge door, hunching over a little so
he could grab the carton of eggs, and stood up. He walked back to the counter,
and brought down a pan from the top shelf. He brought down a bowl to put the
eggs in. He cracked a few of them, discarding the shells, in the garbage, all
of this being done in pure silence. 
 "...Are you going to go back home after this?" He asked quietly. I bit my
bottom lip, looking down at the ground.
 "Do you want me to go back home?" I replied softly. He stirred up the eggs,
the sound of the coffee maker brewing in the background. He placed the fork
into the sink, and turned around, his gaze on the floor.
 "You may not believe it...But I'm terribly lonely." I couldn't help but blush,
and smile.
 "Then I'll stay." 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Fever *****
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 I think the more I stayed around Till, I felt like I could be way more open
with him, not that I couldn't be open with him before, but there was a sort of
comfort that was provided when I spoke to him now, but it was different for him
it was like it was difficult for him to break down the walls that he had built
up to shield himself from sharing anything too personal with me. I was around
him all day basically, except for when I slept, I took the couch, which took
loads of insisting by the way. He wasn't too happy about that, but he began to
accept it. A week later, I woke up during the night to Till groaning.
 "Velouria. Please wake up!" He sounded tired, and in pain, his throat sounded
dry, like he swallowed marbles. Immediately I got up, sleepily walking to his
room, which was dimly lit. He laid in his bed, his blanket thrown off of him,
through the light I could see his toned torso, and defined chest covered in
some sweat. His breathing was heavy, and hoarse, which interrupted my staring
session.
 "I think I'm sick." He muttered, letting off a loud, dry cough into the air. I
cringed at how painful it sounded.
 "Who get's sick during the summer?" I joked, walking over to him. He tried to
force a smile on his face, but it was held back by his eyebrows knitting
together from pain. I took a seat on the bed, criss crossing my legs, as I
placed my hand on his sweaty forehead checking his temperature. He was boiling
hot, running a fairly high fever which was what I assumed. He took in a sharp
breath reacting to my bloodless hands.
 "Your hands are fucking freezing. I don't know how you're so cold." He
murmured, as I slowly traced my hand down his slightly scarred face, dragging
my thumb across his cheek. He sniffled, struggling to open up his eyes. 
 "Can you please get me some water?" He croaked, I gave him a small smile and
nodded, getting up from his bed, quickly getting him a glass of lukewarm water
so he wouldn't be in too much pain when he drinks. I nearly tripped over the
cats as I walked to his room, did I mention that I brought the cats to his
house so I could keep an eye on them? Anyways, I got back into his room, with
the glass of water in tact. I handed it to him, and helped him sit up, putting
the pillow up behind his back to give him some support. He let out a groan of
pain yet again, as he lifted the glass up to his mouth, taking a long gulp of
water. He pulled the rim away from his lips. His blue eyes scanning over me,
while I slowly took the cup out of his hands, placing it on the bedside table. 
 "Well that was painful." He whispered, I laid down beside him, getting under
the covers, keeping some space between us, not touching him, since I know he
would be fairly uncomfortable about that. He let out a low groan.
 "What are you doing?" I pulled the covers around my waist, just like he had
the covers around his, and shrugged, his gaze was on me, as I shifted and got
comfortable on the slightly stiff mattress. Immediately he tensed up under my
stare.
 "I'm staying. You're sick, and if your fever becomes worse, I will at least
know, instead of you yelling from your room for me to come and help you." I
explained, my eyes running over his chest, hoping that he wouldn't notice. He
didn't say anything to me, he just moved his head to the side, looking towards
the window. My eyes trailed back up to his face, seeing his cheeks were burning
red with slight discomfort and embarrassment.
 "Stop staring." He said under his breath. I will never understand why he was
so terrified of being looked at, he has such an alluring look to me, that I
couldn't not stare at him, there was so many details in his face that I just
didn't want to miss. Yet I still found myself saying the usual.
 "Sorry." He didn't say anything back, and slowly turned over so his back was
facing me. He let out a groan of pain as he struggled. In those moments I
didn't want to help, knowing that he probably didn't want it. I hated watching
him struggle with a passion, but I was the reason for it in a way. Finally he
successfully turned over and faced the window, the bare muscular physique of
his back under my stare. I turned over on my side as well, staring at his back,
hoping that he would possibly turn back around. I think I laid there for thirty
minutes before I heard light snoring. I took slight advantage of it, moving a
little closer to him, putting my arm over his torso. He didn't tense up, so he
must've been in a very deep sleep. I kept my distance though, the only contact
between him and I being my arm. He shifted, but didn't wake up, and under my
hand I could feel his large, calloused palm. I smiled to myself sliding my
fingers in between his, holding his hand tightly. I pressed my body against
him, placing my forehead on his back, slowly closing my eyes. 
 ------
 I felt pain rush through my bones, causing me to slowly come out
of unconsciousness the next morning, feeling a body pressed up against me. I
pried my eyes open sleepily, my gaze looking down upon a sleeping Velouria, who
was pressed up against me, her head on my arm, the both of us entangled within
each other, my arms around her, one under her head and the other one around her
waist. Her hand was pressed against my chest, and her arm hung over my torso.
For some reason I couldn't bring myself to pull away from her, because it felt
so right, yet in the back of my mind I knew it was wrong. Now let me explain.
The only reason why it felt wrong was the age, she isn't even out of high
school yet, she also isn't even an adult, I felt perverted, having feelings for
someone who is this young, and even though there is a chance she likes me, it
wouldn't be viewed as perverted on her side. She shuffled closer to me,
pressing up against my body even more, her freezing cold forehead falling onto
my chest. I felt myself tense up out of instinct, the only thing I could think
about was pulling away before my body went against me and she woke up to one of
my embarrassing moments. She let out a soft moan, her breath tickling my chest,
immediately I melted, her head slowly rising off my chest. She opened her eyes,
the green shining in the light, as her pupils dilated. She smiled up at me.
 "Morgen." I blushed heavily even though it could've probably passed off as my
body reacting to the fever. 
 "Morgen." She replied, her eyes running over my face, I adverted my gaze, my
shyness taking over. 
 "Um...Do you want breakfast?" I asked, even though I didn't even feel well
enough to get up out of bed, and go make it. A small smirk appeared on her
face.
 "I do, but I think I'll make it, you just relax." She laughed lightly, as she
untangled herself from me, and moved back, getting out of the bed. Her warmth
left me, and without her I felt so cold, and lonely. My eyes watched her as she
left the room, leaving the door open. I laid there, staring up at the ceiling.
 ------
 I walked into the kitchen, a light yawn escaping my mouth, as I opened up the
cupboards, grabbing some coffee beans. I placed them onto the counter, and
sighed. A light knock from the front door interrupting my halting my next
action. I looked over at the door, remembering that it wasn't my house.
 "Um Till! Someones at the door." I informed. He grunted.
 "Its probably Richard, I told him that we could go out today. Just let him in
and I'll talk to him." He responded. I looked down at myself, pulling my baggy
shirt down slightly, so I looked...Slightly presentable. I quickly walked to
the door, and opened it, revealing a man who was a little shorter than Till,
his hair was a dark brown, he was clean cut, and had blue eyes, that shimmered
in the morning sun. His eyes widened at the sight of me, the blue orbs
wandering over my body.
 "Did Till move or something?" He asked full of confusion, looking at the unit
number on the wall. I shook my head, giggling lightly.
 "No no...I was just sleeping over." He raised his eyebrows. 
 "Well...Till's a very lu-." He stopped mid-sentence.
 "Guten Morgen!" Till's deep voice greeted. He walked towards the both of us.
He had a face of pain, and my assumption was he had bone fever, which usually
caused a lot of pain in the joints and muscles. Richard cringed slightly.
 "Ooo you sound terrible...We could reschedule if you want." Till leaned
against the frame of the door, opposite of me, keeping a fair amount of space
between us.
 "No no, it's alright. We were just about to make breakfast actually. Come in."
Richard smiled, and walked in, I raised my eyebrows at Till. 
 "We?" I mumbled, closing the door. He shrugged.
 "It's not like I can't move...I can move." He reassured, walking by me slowly,
like he was trying not to pull a muscle. I followed behind him, the both of us
entering the kitchen. Richard was already sitting at the island.
 "What's your name by the way?" He asked, as I strolled by him.
 "It's Velouria." I replied, a small friendly smile on my face, grabbing a pan
from the dish rack, handing it to Till.
 "Since you have it covered, I'm going to go take a quick shower." I informed,
walking by Richard once again, his eyes following me this time, as I walked out
of the kitchen, leaving his gaze.
 ------
 I limped over to the fridge, hearing the shower turn on. i let out a small
sigh, pulling out the carton of eggs, placing them on the counter that was the
closest to me. 
 "So! Is she your new girlfriend?" Richard asked out of the blue. I stopped for
a moment, contemplating my answer. If I told him that I liked her he might tell
her. So I kept the answer to a minimum 
 "No...She's just a friend." I took one egg out, cracking it on the side of the
bowl, letting the yolk drop into the bowl. I threw the shell into the garbage.
 "She's very pretty." He commented. Of course he was attracted to her. He was
attracted to every single woman that had a beating heart.I cracked yet another
egg, a piece of the shell falling into the bowl. 
 "Yeah...She is." The agreement slipped out of my mouth without even thinking.
I took the egg shell out of the bowl flicking it into the sink.
 "So...You're interested....I guess I'll stay away from that." He murmured
under his breath. He better.I cracked yet another egg into the bowl.
 "She's also seventeen...So we both kind of have to stay away from that." I
muttered under my breath, taking a fork out of one of the drawers, placing it
beside the bowl. I guess he didn't hear me because the conversation fell
silent, which was good. I let out a small sigh, cracking one more egg into the
bowl before returning the carton into the fridge. I lifted the fork quickly
whisking the eggs together, adding some salt in it before putting the pan onto
the stove top.
 "So...You know how Christoph, Oliver and I are working on that project?" I
took the butter out of the fridge, putting a slice of it onto the pan, the
sizzling ringing through my ears. I looked over my shoulder, directly at him.
 "Mmhmm." I replied, unfazed by him bringing this up again. I lifted the bowl,
pouring the eggs into the pan, taking a wooden spoon out of the drawer,
stirring the eggs back and forth. 
 "We need a singer...And-" I raised my free hand signalling him to stop.
 "I don't sing." I informed, lying through my teeth. I heard him chuckle.
 "Bullshit. I've overheard you before, and you can write also! Come on, our
music with your voice would go so well together, you know it will!" He
exclaimed, I shook my head, still stirring the eggs as they started to chunk
together.
 "I'm not comfortable with being stared at, and you know that...If I'm the lead
singer then everyone's eyes will be on me." I shot back. He groaned.
 "Once you're up there you'll completely forget that people are staring at
you!" He assured. I grabbed another bowl, putting the eggs into it gently. 
 "I said no." I murmured, taking some toast out of the bread holder. I placed
them into the toaster, pushing them down. I turned around to face him, leaning
against the counter for some sort of support. 
 "Fine." He groaned in frustration. I could hear the bathroom door open, and
the pitter patter of damp feet walking across the hardwood coming towards the
kitchen. Velouria poke her head in, her short, dark brown, and damp hair
hanging over her eye, she flashed a small smile, and took a seat beside
Richard. 
 "Need help?" She asked, offering kindly. I shook my head.
 "Just waiting for the toast." I replied, picking up the bag of coffee beans,
pouring them into the coffee machine, setting it to brew. From behind me
Richard started up a conversation with her.
 "High school? Wow. You look much older." He complimented. I could feel myself
get defensive, but had to remind myself that I'm not dating her, and nor do I
have a chance. I think I was just jealous that Richard was able to flirt so
freely without making a fool out of himself, and I couldn't, or at least I
thought I couldn't, maybe I was just too self conscious to try.
 "Yeah...Till thought the same thing when we first met..I take it as a
compliment." She said, her laugh ringing through my ears, my heart fluttering
at the sound of it. The toast popped up causing a major heart attack to occur
interrupting my eargasm. I clutched my chest, and took the lightly browned
bread out of the toaster, placing it onto the plate in a neat pile beside the
eggs. I put another round of toast in, and let out a sigh, hearing them getting
into an even deeper discussion about what she wants to do after high school.
The jealousy is real.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry it took so long to update this story! I was busy with Engel.
     Hope you guys enjoyed it, I'm really trying to find a good balance,
     so bear with me :).
***** Drunk *****
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 After the day Richard came over Till's fever only got worse. He took shelter
on the couch, as I did the usual duties that he would've probably done if he
wasn't sick. He started to develop a cough as well, which made me worry even
more, since it was quite a heavy, phlegm filled cough, which sounded like it
hurt whenever it happened. He would have a blanket on him when we watched TV,
and every couple of minutes he would throw it off because of how hot he was,
and then would beg for it to be put back on him. I began to become fed up with
his refusal of taking any sort of medication, so I took it upon myself to go
and get it for him. The early morning air was cold and chilly, so I wore a
large sweater that was from my school, and a pair of black shorts, just in case
it got hot when I was making my way back. The walk wasn't too bad, it was
around six in the morning so there wasn't a lot of people out and about at that
time. The pharmacy just opened as well, so there was only the employees there.
 "Guten Morgen!" I greeted the pharmacist happily, as I walked up to the
counter. The young woman smiled back.
 "Guten Morgen, how may I help you?" She asked kindly, her dark blue eyes
scanning me, like she was trying to figure out if I was the one that was sick
or not.
 "One of my friends, he's a little sick, he has a high fever, bone pains, and
has a really bad cough." She turned around looking at the array of medication
that was behind her. her hand under her chin, she walked over to the wall,
bringing down some cough syrup, placing it on the counter in front of me. I
lifted it up, looking at the box, seeing that it also took care of fevers as
well.
 "Bone pains are usually caused by past injuries, so it will probably go away
on it's own, but this might help him a lot." I smiled, taking my wallet out of
the front pocket of my sweater. She entered the price into the cash register.
 "That will be seven thirty." I took out the money, giving her exact change.
She bagged the medicine in a white paper bag, and handed it to me.
 "Tschüss." I waved, walking away from her, going down the isle where the cough
drops were. I looked around the section, picking up a few, and reading the
back, looking at the flavors and such. I grabbed a few bags of cherry cough
drops, and went to the front counter, placing them in front of the frowning
employee. She quickly scanned the items, dropping them into the thin white bag,
I paid for the items, and grabbed the bag off the counter, putting the
medication in it as well. I left the pharmacy, and went back to Till's house
immediately, unlocking the door. I tip toed in, closing it behind me. I kicked
off my shoes, looking over at the couch, seeing Felix and Fritz lounging on a
sleeping Till. I smirked, placing the medicine on the coffee table, putting my
hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He let out a groan.
 "Your hands are freezing!" He croaked, I opened the bag and took out the
medicine. His eyes slowly fluttered open, the dark blue orbs staring down the
box.
 "You bought me medicine?" I nodded, taking off the child proof cap, turning it
over so it would make a cup for him instead of me going to grab a spoon. I
poured the purplish blue liquid into the cap, handing it over to him. He
cringed, moving back from it, like a child.
 "Till...You need it. It'll make you feel better." I insisted, moving the cap
closer to his face. His blue eyes stared at me, begging for me to not force the
medicine on him. I frowned, my eyes pleading with him. He sighed, and leaned up
a little bit, taking the cap out of my hand, holding it between his fairly
large fingers. He made one more look of disgust and drank the medicine,
shivering a little at the taste. He handed it back to me, and laid back down. I
smiled, and twisted the cap back on the bottle. 
 "I'm going to make some toast. Do you want any?" I asked, he lulled his head
to the side, and opened his eyes yet again, his stomach growling loudly.
 "Yes...That would be good," He replied letting out a small, almost painful
laugh. I got up from the couch, and walked into the kitchen, the cats following
closely behind, probably hungry as well. I took out the cat food cans, cracking
two of them open, placing them down on the ground so the both of them can eat.
After that I took out some toast bread and placed it in the toaster, pushing it
down so it can begin the toasting process. I walked back out into the living
room, moving Till's legs so I could take a seat on the couch. He turned over,
facing the back of the couch. I was worried about him, especially because he
wasn't acting the same since he was sick.I ran my hand up and down his leg.
 "You alright?" I asked lightly, he shivered.
 "I need the blanket, I'm freezing." He stuttered. I reached over to one of the
lounging chairs, and handed him the crochet blanket. He cuddled into the
blanket, shaking under it. I was about to say something to him, but all of the
sudden the toast popped up nearly giving me a heart attack. I got up and went
back to the kitchen taking the toast out and placed them onto two separate
plates, making my way back to the living room, seeing that Till was already
sitting up, with the blanket over his shoulders. I sat beside him, handing the
plate to him. He grabbed the slightly burnt piece of toast, taking a small
nibble of it, immediately wincing as he swallowed the piece of toast. We sat
there watching the news in complete silence, slowly eating our toast. I grabbed
the blanket that was over is shoulders and put it around my own, moving closer
to him. We both continued to eat, until both our pieces were finished. I was
about to grab his plate and put both of them in the sink, but my actions were
interrupted by a small knock on the door. Till took the plates out of my hands,
and slowly pushed himself up, holding the blanket around him with his other
hand.
 "I'll wash them...I need to walk around anyways." I nodded, making my way to
the door to answer it. I unlocked it, pulled it open, seeing Richard on the
other side. He had a small smile on his face, leaning against the frame of the
door. 
 "Hey." I greeted happily. 
 "Hey. You're just the person that I was looking for!" He exclaimed, I raised
my eyebrows, and smirked, crossing my arms over my chest.
 "Oh really? And why is that?" I asked curiously. He let out a small sigh,
gazing down at my sweater then back up at me.
 "I was wondering if you wanted to go out drinking with me and a couple of
friends?" I was a little caught off guard by his question, my eyebrows
furrowing in confusion, looking behind me to see if Till was coming to the
door, which he wasn't.
 "Like...Tonight?" He smirked and nodded. 
 "Till's kind of sick...I don't th-." I couldn't finish my sentence.
 "He's a thirty year old man, he's mature enough to handle a little fever." He
interjected, laughing probably at how much I cared about Till. I bit the side
of my cheek contemplating my answer. Richard had a point about Till being
mature enough to handle himself, he was an adult after all. 
 "Alright..." Immediately a large smile appeared on his face.
 "Where and what time?" I asked, he shook his head.
 "Don't worry! I'll come pick you up." He informed. I smiled at him and gave
him a small nod, uncrossing my arms.
 "I guess I'll see you tonight then." I said, confirming with him in a way, so
I could fully understand what was happening.
 "Yep." He replied happily.
 "See you later." He added, I gave him a large smile, and nodded, saying the
same to him, before closing the door behind me. I placed my back against it,
letting out a squeal of excitement. My heart was racing at a hundred beats per
minute, it was like I was going to have a heart attack at the thought of
tonight. Till poked his head out from the kitchen and looked at me with
confusion. I composed myself immediately, and stood up straight under his
stare.
 "Oh no! Continue being excited. Don't tell me who you just spoke to." He said
sarcastically, leaning against the frame of the kitchen entrance. I
contemplated whether or not I should tell him. Maybe he actually wouldn't care,
he was sick after all, he probably doesn't want to go out either way, so he
might give slight leeway.
 "Richard just asked me if I wanted to go out with him and a couple of his
friends drinking." I replied honestly. His face became unreadable to me, I've
never seen this sort of reaction that Till showed. It was like a mixture of
slight offence, anger, and something else that I couldn't put my finger on.
 "And what did you say?" He pressed further, tearing his gaze from me, looking
down at the ground. I let out a small sigh.
 "Well...I said yes." I muttered under my breath, keeping my eyes on him, from
a distance I could see that he was a little hurt that I didn't say no I guess.
I felt bad instantly.
 "I mean...I can tell him that I forgot about some plans or something." I
suggested. He shook his head, moving back a little like he was going to go back
into the kitchen.
 "It's fine...You have fun." He sounded like he was trying to not have a
problem with it. He ended the conversation, by walking into the kitchen. I
followed him, not wanting to end the discussion.
 "Why are you so bothered by me going out with him? It's just a couple of
drinks." I claimed, leaning against the counter, watching him dry the plates
that he just washed.
 "Yeah. Just a couple of drinks, with Richard and friends." He scoffed. I
rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
 "The man is twenty six, and he's hitting on you if you haven't noticed. The
only thing that is on that guys mind is sex!" He shared angrily. I tried to
hold back laughter, but that was unsuccessful.
 "Oh really!? And you're different how?" I asked raising my eyebrows. He threw
the dish cloth down on the counter and turned around shooting me a hostile
glare.
 "I'm just trying to look out for you, that's all! You're my friend, and you're
young, I just don't want you getting hurt." He said, between clenched teeth. I
sighed.
 "Well thanks for looking out for me...But I know how to take care of myself
and not get hurt." I replied, pushing myself off the counter, stomping out of
the kitchen, leaving the conversation, so it didn't get any worse than it
already was.
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 Evening fell upon us quickly, the day consisted of Till and I basically
ignoring each other, with the exception of me asking him how he was feeling,
since he was still sick. His replies were just one worded, a yes or a no, and
if I pressed further he wouldn't continue the conversation. I was expecting
Richard to come soon, so I took a quick shower, and went to Till's room where I
had a couple of my washed dresses. I changed into a loose red dress that didn't
expose too much skin, and had to be zipped up. Sadly I couldn't get it up
completely, unless I wanted to break my arm, so I had to resort to Till. I
shuffled out of the room, into the living room where Till absently stared at
the television. 
 "Till?" I said softly, snapping him out of his trance. He glanced over at me,
his eyes roaming over my dress, his mouth opening just a little bit, before his
gaze caught mine.
 "Do you mind zipping my dress the rest of the way up?" I asked quietly. He
reluctantly nodded, and got up slowly, motioning for me to turn around. My back
faced him, as my fingertips found the end of my dress. I pulled it down
slightly, so it went just a little below my knees, which was where it was
supposed to fall. A small wave of air brushed over my back, as I felt Till take
the zipper between his fingers, pulling it up slowly. I stood there, listening
to the familiar sound of zipping, until it reached the top. I felt him let the
zipper go, and heard him sit back down on the couch. I turned around and gave
him a small kind smile, opening my mouth to thank him, but was interrupted by a
knock on the door. Till's eyes moved to the door, his mouth forming into a
small frown. I made my way to the entrance, pulling on my Converse.
 "I will be back by twelve...So don't worry." I informed, opening the door,
feeling a wave of guilt washing over me, as I stepped out giving Richard a
smile, closing it behind me. He bit his lip, his eyes observing what I was
wearing. 
 "You look stunning." He commented, while we walked to his car. He opened the
door for me, the scent of heavy cologne running through my nose. I sat down on
the passenger seat, and buckled in my seat belt, fixing my dress. He stepped
in.
 "How did Till react when he said you were coming out with me?" He asked, as he
backed up out of the drive way.
 "Eh...He was alright with it." I lied, looking straight ahead, seeing Till
faintly through the window, laying on the sofa, with his eyes closed. 
 "Oh...Well...That means I was right about him being mature enough to take care
of himself." He joked, turning onto the street. He put the car into drive, and
pressed on the gas, the vehicle moving forward. The drive wasn't long, it was
around ten minutes, probably twenty if we were walking. He parked on the side
of the bar, and took the keys out of the ignition, exiting the car. He came
around to my side, helping me out of the car, and closing the door behind me. I
followed him into the bar, shockingly not getting carded by any of the
employees. We made our way through the crowds of people, I have to say that it
was quite packed for a Thursday night. Richard placed his hand on another mans
back. From behind he was really tall, even taller than Till shockingly, he was
also bald. The man turned around looking at Richard, smirking. 
 "So you are finally here!" He said, laughing. Richard nodded, motioning me to
come over. 
 "Velouria this is Oliver, Oliver this is Velouria." He introduced, I held my
hand out, and he shook it, giving a kind smile to me. It felt like I had to
break my neck to look up at him. He let it go, and dropped his hand to his
side.
 "We will have four shots of vodka please." Richard ordered, speaking kindly to
the bartender. Another man came over, his short brown hair pushed back, kind of
a similar style to Richards. His eyes glanced over at me then at Richard.
 "Who's this?" His voice was smooth, and slightly deep. 
 "I'm Velouria, Richard's friend." I held my hand out. He glanced down and
smiled, his large hand wrapping around mine, shaking my hand.
 "I'm Christoph, Richard's drummer." I raised my eyebrows, glancing over my
shoulder, at Richard who noticed what he said.
 "You have a band?" I asked, walking over to the bar, Christoph following
behind me. The four shots arrived, and Richard slid one over to me.
 "Till didn't mention it to you?" He questioned, raising the shot at all of us,
we did it back, as I tilted my head back and let the burning alcohol run down
my throat, warming my chest. I gulped, placing the small shot glass on the
counter. 
 "No. He didn't mention anything." I murmured, Richard tapped his shot glass on
the bar, indicating the bar tender that we wanted another round.
 "Is he in this band?" I asked curiously, Richard laughed loudly.
 "No. I want him in it though...He would be amazing." He closed his eyes like
he was daydreaming about it, but was quickly interrupted by the bartender
putting down another round of vodka shots. We clinked the glasses together, and
gulped down another shot. The burning sensation running through my chest. 
 "How do you know Till?" Christoph asked quietly. I turned around, hearing
Richard tap for another round yet again.
 "She's staying at his house for a little bit..." Richard answered for me.
Christoph and Oliver raised their eyebrows.
 "Are you sure we're talking about the Till that's all shy and reclusive?"
Oliver questioned, laughing lightly. I nodded.
 "We're just friends though." I mentioned quickly, as the bartender placed the
next round on the bar. We continued talking, and taking shots for the duration
of the time, Christoph didn't have the third round, cause he offered to be the
designated driver. By the end of the night our brains were definitely fuzzy,
and clouded, and even though I was drunk I was still aware of the time. Richard
and I got into the back of the car, and Christoph and Oliver sat in the front.
We were laughing about something that Oliver said, but we pretty much forgot
about what it was because of how drunk we actually were. 
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 I sat on the couch watching the news, as they debated about whether bringing
down the wall was the best choice or not, when the bright headlights of
Richard's car shined through the window. I peered over the television, seeing
Richard lean over and kiss Velouria. I felt the jealousy rise in me, and I
couldn't hide it. I wanted to be him in that moment, her arm wrapped around my
neck, her hand resting on my cheek, her soft touch tracing over my skin, my
arms wrapped around her body, pulling her to me. This is so wrong.She pulled
away and said something, both of them laughing together. He gave her one more
peck, before she exited the car, stumbling up the stairs of the patio. I got up
and limped over to the door, helping her into the house. She reeked of vodka.
 "Buddy!' She slurred, as I put her arm over my shoulders. She tripped,
dropping onto her knees. She laughed loudly, even though it sounded so painful
that they would probably be bruised in the morning. I shook my head at her
giggling, and wrapped my arms around her thin figure, lifting her up off the
ground. She squealed, laughing even harder than before. I rolled my eyes,
bringing her to my bedroom, and placed her feet onto the ground.
 "Get some sleep please for the love of God!" I begged. She stumbled over to
the bed, lifting her dress up, trying to get it off. I rolled my eyes, and
walked over to her, bringing her arms down. She groaned in frustration, as I
walked around her and unzipped her dress. She shook it off and let it fall to
the ground. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to not look at her
undergarments, while she turned around to face me.
 "Why are you so good to me?" She said, in a barely coherent voice. I shook my
head.
 "I don't know. I should ask myself that more often." I commented, helping her
under the covers. I pulled them up to her neck and sighed, walking to the door.
 "Thank you Tilly." She whispered, passing out slowly.
 "You're welcome...As usual." I replied, in slight frustration and annoyance.
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 I could feel my head pounding, my whole head was sore, and I felt like I was
going to vomit because of all the pain. I struggled to open my eyes, my gaze
was directed to the ceiling of Till's room. I let out a long drawn out groan. I
placed my hand on my forehead. Out of nowhere the door opened, my eyes tracing
over to the entrance. Till had a glass of water in his hand, as he walked over
to me, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. 
 "I'm glad you're feeling like shit." He murmured, handing me an Advil, and the
glass of water. I quickly popped the tablet into my mouth, and washed it down
with the cold water. His eyes scanned over me, as I placed the glass down on
the bedside table, feeling cool air rush over my back. Immediately I thought
the worst, realizing that I didn't have my dress on. 
 "What did I do last night?" I asked, throwing myself back down on the bed. 
 "You didn't do anything, you were just acting like a complete and utter
idiot." He muttered, getting up from the bed, picking up my red dress off the
ground, and folded it up, placing it onto the top of the dresser. 
 "Sorry if I was a bother to you." I apologized. I could see his hard,
defensive face, turn soft, like he was fading into the same Till that I knew.
He leaned against the wooden dresser and sighed. 
 "It's fine...At least you got home safely." I noticed that he wasn't looking
all that sick anymore, his face had a nice natural tone on his cheeks, I would
assume that the medication worked. 
 "How was it anyways?" He asked, my thoughts went back to last night before I
got out of the car, when Richard pulled me in for that kiss. I definitely know
that I shouldn't mention that to him. I took my brain off that memory,
remembering what Christoph said about the whole band shindig. 
 "Well...It was pretty good, from what I can remember. Christoph, Richard, and
Oliver have a band...Do you know anything about it?" I asked, acting like I
didn't know anything about it. He shot a glance over at me, and rolled his
eyes. 
 "Yeah, he mentioned it." He replied lazily, like he couldn't care less. 
 "They're looking for a singer." I informed casually. He opened up the top
drawer of the dresser, pulling out one of his baggy shirts, throwing it over to
me.
 "Yeah, too bad I don't sing." I pulled the shirt over my head, getting up from
the bed, nearly falling onto my own face, because of how dizzy I was feeling.
Instantly Till put his arm out, catching me before I fell. 
 "I've heard you though, and you're really good." I admitted, as he helped me
balance myself out. Immediately he turned red, like he had been caught in a
crime or something. 
 "I think you might still be drunk." He commented, trying to play it off. I
shook my head.
 "It's not just me who said you were a good singer. Richard also agreed with
me." I rebutted, he crossed his muscular arms over his chest.
 "Did he say that before or after he kissed you?" He asked, trying to change
the subject. I was slightly caught off guard by the accusation. 
 "Before, why does that even matter?! We are talking about you right now!" I
exclaimed. I still answered his question anyways. 
 "It matters because I could say I told you so!" He shot back. It was like he
was a child sometimes, a thirty year old child. 
 "You didn't tell me fuck all Till! It's not like we had sex, it was a little
kiss for the love of god, and how did you even know that happened?" I asked,
kind of offended by his immaturity. 
 "If you guys weren't in the car with Christoph and Oliver it probably would've
went further...I'm only trying to look out for you Velouria." I sarcastically
laughed at his statement.
 "Do you think I'm easy or something?" I asked seriously. He paused for a
minute, realizing how his sentences were sounding to me..
 "No! That's not what I meant Velouria. You're just going after the wrong
person." He answered. 
 "What do you mean I'm going after the wrong person?" I pressed. He turned even
redder than before.
 "He's a twenty six year old that can't control himself, you're seventeen, and
vulnerable. I just don't want you to get hurt." He states. My heart warms
slightly at his comment, beating a little harder than before, I pushed the
feeling into the back of my mind though. 
 "I can assure you that I won't get hurt." I could see a disappointed look in
his eye, like he didn't get the answer that he wanted, but I ignored it. 
 "Now back to the original subject...Give me one good reason why you don't want
to be in this band." I ordered, crossing my arms over my chest, mirroring his
actions. His face turned an even deeper red, not answering the question. 
 "Well then...Since you don't have an answer, the next time I see Richard I'll
tell him you're in the band." I informed happily, walking by him, making my way
towards the kitchen. He followed behind me.
 "No! Velouria you already know why I don't want to do this." He objected. I
turned around and raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to provide me an answer.
 "I want to hear you say it...For pay back." He let out a frustrated sigh.
 "I'm embarrassed. You already know I'm scared to get up and perform in front
of people...Hell I can't even talk to you without becoming like this." He
exclaimed, motioning to his face. I gave him a small shrug and opened up the
fridge.
 "I think we could fix that." I replied, bending down to take out the carton of
eggs. He began to cough uncontrollably, like he was chocking on something. I
glared over the fridge and put the eggs down on the counter.
 "You alright?" I asked, fairly concerned. He clutched his chest, as he
composed himself, and nodded rapidly.
 "I um...I need to go to the bathroom." Without another word, he ran off,
leaving me in complete and utter confusion, as I began to cook up some
breakfast for the both of us.
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 I didn't mean to glance at her backside, I really didn't. My gaze just went
down to it, and my body...Reacted,I guess. I flushed the toilet, walking over
to the sink. I turned the taps, putting my hands under the warm water, looking
at myself in the mirror.
 "Get a hold of yourself Till...She's seventeen. Do not be like Richard." I
warned myself, pointing at my reflection, accidentally getting a few droplets
of water on the mirror. I turned the taps off, and grabbed the bath towel, and
dried my hands off, still looking at myself, feeling slightly disgusted. I
leaned forward wiping off the water. and hung the towel back up, closing the
light before exiting the washroom. The scent of scrambled eggs flowed through
my nose, my stomach growling in hunger. I walked over to the kitchen seeing her
stirring the eggs with the spatula, the baggy shirt flowing with her movements.
I tore my eyes off her, and tip toed over to the coffee maker. Turning it on,
as well as the radio, the sound of Bill Medley erupting through the speakers.
She glanced over at me, letting out a small chuckle. 
 "This only reminds me of that stupid scene in Dirty Dancing...It's the most
cheesiest song in the world...And don't even get me started about the dance."
She joked, scooping the eggs into a bowl. 
 "What's wrong with the dance?" I asked genuinely curious, as the song slowly
started to build up to the first chorus. She placed the eggs onto the island,
my eyes following her, she turned back around.
 "I mean...It just seems physically impossible for a man to lift a girl up over
his head, and hold her there for a good ten seconds, without her falling
forwards onto her face, or without him dropping her immediately." I raised my
eyebrows at how blunt she sounded. 
 "Bet you I could do it." She squinted at me, like she was contemplating the
offer.
 "How much?" I kept my eyes on hers as I thought about it. 
 "If I catch you...You owe me ten euros and you're washing the dishes...If I
drop you though..." I had to think about what I would owe her. 
 "If you drop me...Then you will have to show me some of your poetry." I
shrugged and gave a small nod and shook her hand, knowing that I would probably
be able to do the lift correctly. 
 "Deal." I replied, picking up the portable stereo, walking into the living
room. She followed behind me, stopping at the front door. I placed the radio on
the table, and stood there for a moment, before crouching a little. 
 "Alright...You have those euros ready?" I joked, she shook her head, shaking
her legs out.
 "Don't need to have them ready...I'm gonna win this thing." I held my hands
out in front of me. She smirked at me, seeing that I was prepared. She gave a
small hop and ran towards me, the shirt bounding up and down with her legs, her
red underwear peaking out from beneath it. I got so distracted that when her
body came in contact with my hands I almost forgot to pick her up. I lifted her
up quickly, my eyes following up to her face, as she put her arms out like a
bird, I kept her balanced shockingly. I kept her up there for a couple of
seconds, then decided that I proved my point and brought her down slowly. Her
chest slowly dragged down mine, her shirt riding up slightly. She kept her eyes
on mine, her face was so close to mine I think that I could've felt her breath
brush across my lips. I felt the air hitch in my throat, seeing her green eyes
scanning over mine. She placed her hands on my shoulders, my eyes scanning over
the freckles that were splattered on her nose. You can't, no matter how much
you like her, you can't betray Richard...Even though he betrayed you by going
after her?No matter how how mad I am about that...I would rather her be happy,
and she's probably happier with him.Her eyes still scanned mine, the beautiful
green orbs moving around my face. I could feel my cheeks heat up. my heart
beating out of my chest, and I think I could feel her's doing the same. A small
smile was on her lips, her teeth glistening in the natural light. I gulped,
thinking that my mind was going to change at any moment. The intense stare down
was interrupted by a heavy knock on the door, which made both her and I flinch
at the noise. I put her down instantly, looking over out the window of the
living room, seeing Richard with a pair of shoes in one hand, and a lit
cigarette in the other.
 "Maybe you should get the door...I'm going to go put on a pair of shorts
and...Eat." She stuttered, walking into the hallway leading to my room. I shook
my head, tearing my gaze off her, as I strolled over to the front door,
unlocking it. I pulled it open, a loud creek accompanying the movement of the
door. Richard blew out some of the grey smoke, which invaded my airways,
warming my lungs. He looked like he just woke up, and had a heavy duty
hangover, similar to the one that Velouria had when she got up. He held her
shoes up.
 "She took them off last night and left them in the back of my car." I grabbed
them out of his hands and placed them down on the ground.
 "Guess it was a fun night then?" I said sarcastically, crossing my arms over
my chest, a fake smile appearing on my face.
 "Yeah it was great! You should come out with us next time, since you've made a
recovery." He pointed out, his gaze pulling away from me, a large smile coming
up on his face. I followed his gaze seeing Velouria coming out of the hallway
in a pair of black shorts, returning a small smile to Richard. 
 "Ahh Frau Guten Morgen." He greeted, as she walked towards him, I took this as
a cue to leave them alone, knowing that they probably wanted to talk alone
together. I walked to the kitchen, picking up a spoonful of cold eggs, putting
them into a separate plate, taking a seat on the stool. Listening to her
laughter from the other room, getting slightly jealous as I shoveled the eggs
into my mouth, chewing them angrily. My hand clenching around the fork. I could
hear them whispering but I couldn't make out the words, which only left me with
frustration and jealousy flowing through my veins.
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 "I really enjoyed last night." He whispered, his hands resting on my waist. I
smiled up at him, swaying back and forth, our eyes fixated on each other. I
leaned up giving him a quick peck on the lips.
 "I did too." He bit his lower lip, smirking at my agreeance.
 "Well maybe we should do it again tonight, this time we could bring Till along
with us. He'll probably come if you ask." He put emphasis on the word you. I
guess he was making an assumption that Till had a soft spot for me, which deep
down inside, I knew that it was the case. I nodded.
 "Sure I'll ask...I'm assuming you'll be picking us up again around the same
time as last night?" His blue eyes scanned over mine, a small smile still on
his lips.
 "Yep. I'll see you tonight," He leaned in, his soft lips touching mine. Our
breathing halted for a few seconds as we were trapped in the lustful side of
the kiss, I was the one to pull away, remembering that Till was in the kitchen.
 "See you tonight." I replied, while he backed away, making his way down the
porch steps to his car. I closed the door, skipping over to the kitchen, seeing
Till angrily shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth like a hungry animal. I
grabbed a spare plate, taking a seat at the island in front of him. I put one
leg over the other, raising my eyebrows at him. I took the edge of the bowl in
my hands and put a scoop of eggs onto my plate. 
 "You're coming out with us today." I informed, he looked up from his plate.
 "Won't I be intruding on you and your little boyfriends date?" A sardonic
expression coming up on his face. I rolled my eyes.
 "No you won't be. Christoph and Oliver will be there, just like last night..."
I explained, as he stabbed a large piece of scrambled egg, which caused me to
flinch slightly. 
 "I would really like you to come." I added, his gaze was back down on his
plate, thinking about his reply. 
 "Please." I whispered under my breath, almost begging him, because I genuinely
wanted him to be there tonight. He let out a long drawn out breath.
 "Fine." He mumbled, giving up on the argument that was probably going to ensue
if he didn't answer with a fine. 
 "Good. Richard will be here to get us around the same time as last night." I
said excitedly.
 "I didn't say that I would have fun though, so don't bother me about that, I'm
only coming to keep an eye on you." He informed, his eyes glimpsing up at my
reaction. I was a little surprised by this sentence, but I nodded,
understanding what he was saying. 
 "This is going to be a great night!" 
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 The day consisted of us watching reruns of Derrick, and eating, which seemed
like an ideal summer day to me. The bright sun began to go down soon enough,
indicating that it was time for the both of us to start getting ready for the
night ahead of us. I was the first one to get up from the couch.
 "I'm going to go take a quick shower." I informed him, as his eyes followed
me. I could feel them burning into my back as I walked toward the hallway that
led to the bathroom. My hands going down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it
over my head, the cool air of the house hitting my back, causing chills to rush
up and down my spine. I entered the bathroom, turning on the light, seeing my
reflection in the mirror immediately, as I folded up the shirt and placed it on
the counter, right beside the sink, closing the door behind me. I pushed my
hair out of my face, shimmying the shorts off of my legs, folding them as well,
letting them join the shirt. I shuffled over to the shower, turning both taps
on, the water spraying into the bathtub. I checked the temperature with the
palm of my hand, letting it run down my arm. I smiled at the warmth of it,
unhooking my bra, and taking off my underwear, putting them on top of the shirt
and shorts. I stepped into the shower, the water running over the crevices of
my body, hanging my head, making sure to get my hair wet, before applying a
generous amount of shampoo into my hair, lathering it into every strand. I
could say that my mind began to slip into the depths of deep thought, deep
shower thoughts.Maybe Till liked me, and that was the reason that he was acting
so sour, and closed off from me lately. Or maybe I was just being a complete
idiot, and was overthinking, creating theories in my mind to give Till a valid
reason for acting like an asshole. I don't think that he likes me in the way
that I am thinking, I think he just wants to be a friend, and protect me, like
any normal friend. The only thing that my mind was going back to though was
that position that we were in this morning, my face so close to his, his hot
breath brushing over my face, just thinking about it made me regret that I
didn't do anything, even if it was going to ruin the friendship. God sometimes
I wish I could just curl up into a ball and disappear.I rinsed the soap out of
my hair, grabbing some of the body shampoo, lathering it into my skin. You
should've done something.I turned around, staring at the wall as the water ran
down my chest. I quickly finished up my shower, grabbing one of the bath towels
that were beside the shower, and stepped out onto the tiled floor, wrapping the
towel around myself. I shuffled to the fogged up mirror, and wiped some of the
condensation off with my hand, catching my reflection. I clutched the towel
against my chest, rubbing a few drops of water off my cheeks with the back of
my hand. I pushed my hair back, taking a hair tie off my wrist, tying it into a
small, mini bun so it wouldn't drip everywhere. I took one last glance at
myself before picking up my clothes, and opening the door, stepping out into
the hallway. I turned off the light before making my way to Till's room,
pushing open the door, just as Till was pulling his shirt on, his muscular back
being covered. He turned around, adverting his gaze right when he noticed that
I was in a towel. 
 "Um...Sorry." He murmured, scratching the back of his neck, making his way out
the door, without looking at me. I entered the room, closing the door behind
me. I went to the dresser, taking out a pair of underwear from the bottom
drawer where I put my stuff, and placed them onto the bed, digging into my
small pile of dresses that I had. I decided on a dark blue, flowy strapless
dress, and took out a strapless bra to go along with it, so I don't expose
myself if my dress decides to slide down. I took off my towel, pulling on my
red underwear and hooked on my dark blue bra. I unzipped the back of the
strapless dress, bringing it up from the ground, holding it against my chest
with one hand as I reached the other one behind me, pulling it up to about
halfway. 
 "Till! I need you to help zip my dress again!" I shouted. I leaned against the
door frame, holding the dress against my chest still. I heard the couch squeak,
and saw his shadow, making his way towards the hall. His walking was similar to
a stomp, something must've gotten him a little mad.I turned around, when he got
a little closer. I felt his fingers take the small zipper in between his
fingers, pulling it up to the top quickly, then a gust of wind hit my back. I
glanced over my shoulder, seeing that he was gone. I frowned to myself, and
took out the bun on top of my head, letting my naturally wavy, short hair,
freely flow down, over my eye. I fluffed my hair a little, a knock on the door
interrupting my next actions. Must be Richard.Till answered the door, greeting
him kindly. 
 "Ready for a fun night?!" Richard asked, over enthusiastically. I smiled at
his voice, and walked down the hall, pulling my shoes on.
 "Definitely." I replied, Till turned his head towards me, and let out a small
sigh.
 "Yep...Totally." Sarcasm laced his voice, as he bend down and tied his shoes.
Richard's eyes trailed over to me, shining brightly. A small smirk danced
across my lips, as Till stood back up and walked out the door. I followed
behind him, closing the door, using the spare key to lock it. Richards arm went
over my waist, but immediately I pushed it off.
 "Not in front of Till." I warned, he gave me a confused look. 
 "Why?" I raised my eyebrows at this question. 
 "Because I don't want him to get pissed off...He doesn't like the whole
boyfriend thing." I explained under my breath. 
 "Well he should get used to it. You are mygirlfriend after all." He mentioned.
I took his hand into mine.
 "I get it...But not around him...Okay?" He frowned, and gave a small nod,
putting his arms to the side, as I walked away from him and got into the back
of the car with Till, who was staring out the window. I buckled in my seat
belt, preparing myself for a tense ride to the bar. Richard got into the
drivers seat, and turned on the car, backing up out of the driveway. I kept my
eyes glued to Till the whole ride, I just didn't have my head turned completely
towards him. it was just out of the corner of my eye. He looked very
melancholic, and the dramatic lighting that shined upon the side of his face.
It was around twenty minutes to drive to the bar that Richard chose, which
wasn't the same as the one from last night. He parked the car, and all three of
us got out of it in unison, making our way to the entrance. We met Christoph
and Oliver at the back, like we did last night, they were a little caught off
guard that Till was there.
 "Hey stranger! Haven't seen you in a while." Christoph greeted, a smile
plastered on his face. I gave him a small wave, and he returned one back to
me. 
 "Yes it has." He answered quietly, while Richard ordered a round of beers.
Oliver and I both stood there awkwardly, listening to Till and Christoph's
conversation, which was also quite awkward. The female bartender placed the
beers on the counter, immediately all of us went to the bar, grabbing a glass
each. I felt Richard hand gently rest on my lower back, my body instantly
tensing at his touch, as he took a large gulp of the golden yellow beer. My
gaze traced over to Till, seeing that he was just sitting on one of the bar
stools, staring at his glass that was already half empty. I didn't really think
Till was a heavy drinker, so this definitely made me worried.I felt Richards
hand move down to grip my butt, causing me to take a quick sip of my beer to
cover up the redness that danced across my face from the sudden touch.
 "I like when you turn red like that." He whispered into my ear. I shivered at
his breath running down my neck, but realized that it was a fairly public
place, and that he shouldn't be doing this in the particular moment, especially
after I told him to not do any of these things in front of Till.  I proceeded
to take his hand off, placing it to his side, as I watched Till call the
bartender over.
 "Does he usually drink this much?" I asked, glancing up at Richard. who seemed
a little bothered by me taking his hand off my ass, I kept my eyes glued to
his, waiting for an answer. He let out a small sigh, deciding to give me an
answer.
 "Yeah sometimes. He doesn't get too drunk, he knows his limits. You don't have
to be worried about him though. I've told you this before, he's thirty, he's an
adult. He can take care of himself." He stated bluntly.
 "Yeah I get that, but I shall remind you that I need to go home with him at
the end of the night...I don't want him to be so drunk that I would have to
carry him to his room." I shot back, taking a sip of my beer, the yeasty taste
burning my taste buds slightly. 
 "I could always just stay over?" He offered, a small, devilish smirk coming up
on his face. I gave him a deadpanned look, raising my eyebrows at it, because
it was like he was completely ignoring everything I was saying. I placed the
beer glass on the bar and took his face between my hands gently, so he was
looking at me completely.
 "Not a good idea." I commented, while shaking his head from side to side, so
he would understand my reply. Once again, a small frown appeared on his face,
but I could see some sort of comprehension in his eyes. 
 "Alright...Fine." He muttered, which made me let go of his face, and grab my
beer again.
 "Now I'm going to go check up on him." I informed, walking away from Richard,
taking a seat beside Till, who now had a beer, and a shot of whiskey beside it.
He glanced over at me out of the corner of his eye, while he took a large sip
of beer, he closed his eyes just a little bit, then chased it down with the
shot of whiskey My mouth hung open in shock.
 "Till. Pace yourself for the love of God." He let out a loud belch, and turned
his body to me.
 "Shouldn't you be with your handsy boyfriend?" He seethed, his eyes full of
frustration. Instantly I went red, assuming that he saw what Richard did. 
 "I'm just checking up on you." I mumbled. His expression didn't soften, it
just became a little more intense.
 "I don't need you to check up on me. Now go back to your boyfriend." He spat
back, bitterly. I've never seen Till act this way before, and I was so caught
off guard. 
 "Listen...Just because you didn't want to come tonight, does not mean that you
have a right to bring everyone else down Till, can you at least try to have
some fun?" I asked. He turned back to the bar, gulping down the other half of
his second beer. 
 "Sure." He mumbled, his voice did not sound assuring, but I knew that he just
wanted me to go away. I got up off the stool, grabbed my beer yet again, and
left the bar, nearly hitting arms with Christoph in the process. 
 "So...How is the big old grump?" Richard asked, motioning to Till. How could
he call him old, when he was only four years younger than him? 
 "He's alright...I guess he's just mean when he drinks." I shrugged, taking a
sip of the beer. 
 "Or maybe he just didn't want to come, maybe he just came cause you said you
wanted him to." He theorized. 
 "Yeah...Maybe, but the least he can do is try to have fun." I complained.
Richard put his arm around me.
 "Don't let him ruin our fun tonight." His hand moved up and down my waist, as
I took another sip of beer, trying to shield the redness that slowly came up on
my nose and cheeks. 
 "He won't ruin anything I would just prefer if he was having fun instead of
sulking." Richard let out a small frustrated sigh.
 "Just let him be that way tonight...You can take care of his attitude in the
morning." He whispered against my ear, as his lips met my neck. I let out a
small gasp. 
 "Not here Richard." I breathed. He kissed back up to my ear.
 "Wanna take it to the car then?" The car? No. It's been two days. Moving too
fast. Maybe he was just trying to get sex from me, but like I said to Till I'm
not easy. 
 "No...We should just take it slow Richard." I mentioned, his lips immediately
left my neck. I instantly thought that he was going to just leave me or
something, but he didn't.
 "Yeah...You're right." He admitted, and took his hand off from around my
waist. I finished my beer and went back for another. The night was loud, and
busy, and as soon as I hit the third beer and Till was already on his sixth,
with four whiskey shots that were already done, it was definitely an indication
to call it a night. Christoph was the designated driver as usual, and this time
Richard sat in the passenger seat, and Oliver was between a drunk Till, and a
slightly sober me. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, which read 3:21 in
the morning, that only meant that it was a Saturday, the official start to the
last weekend before school.The drive was way longer than twenty minutes since
there was a lot of traffic, but at least we made it back to Till's. Christoph
drove up the driveway, putting the car in park, Oliver and I unbuckled our seat
belts, and went to Till's side of the car, opening up the door, he fell out
sightly, but sat up immediately, adverting his gaze from the both of us. Oliver
reached over him and unbuckled his seat belt, grabbing his arm. We both took
one arm over our shoulders, and got him out, he let out a low mangled groan, as
he stumbled, and moved back and forth, completely drunk. 
 "Good night Richard." I called out, he rolled down the window.
 "Good night Vel. See you soon." He replied. I gave him a thumbs up, because in
my own mind I really couldn't put words together. We went up the stairs of the
porch, and I took out the spare key, unlocking the door quickly. I pushed it
open, both Oliver and I dragging Till into the house, who was now looking
directly at me. We got to his room and threw him onto the bed, his feet planted
on the ground. Oliver let out a long, tired sigh.
 "Will you be able to handle him for the night?" I nodded.
 "Yeah...I think I got it." I replied, taking my shoes off, putting them under
the bed. 
 "Alright then. Have a good night." I smiled.
 "You too." He gave me a smile back, and wobbled out of the room, closing the
door behind him. Till let out a long, exhausted groan.
 "So loud!" He exclaimed, putting his face into the duvet. I bent down to take
off his shoes, and shockingly I didn't get kicked in the face. I put the shoes
beside mine, and sighed, pulling my dress down since his face was in the
mattress and chances are he was passed out as well due to the alcohol. I picked
it up off the ground, folding it over my arm, placing it onto the dresser,
grabbing one of Till's spare shirts, that was hanging. I pulled it over my
head, letting it fall over my lanky body, shoving my hands under the shirt,
undoing my strapless bra, putting it into the top drawer of the dresser. I
turned back around seeing Till still in the same position, breathing heavily
against the comforter. I couldn't help but laugh a little, as I hooked my arms
under his pushing him up a little.
 "Stop...You're tickling me." He giggled. swiping my hands off him. He crawled
to the top and withdrew the blanket, taking his shirt off in the process,
throwing it onto the ground. He got under the blanket pulling it up to his
neck, releasing a small relaxed sigh. Well all my work was done.I went to walk
out, but Till's booming voice rang through my ears, halting me.
 "Can you stay?" I glanced over my shoulder, staring directly at him, his blue
eyes shined within the dim light that the small lamp provided. 
 "Till...I've got a boyfriend." I voiced. A cheerless expression appeared on
his face, breaking my heart slightly. I rethought my answer.
 "Okay...Fine, but I'm staying on top of the covers...No funny business." I
warned, walking out of the room to go grab one of the spare blankets, and two
pillows off the couch. Making my way back to his bedroom, he was turned on his
side, facing the doorway, his eyes were wide open, like he was waiting for me.
I walked over to the bed, putting the pillow between us. I climbed onto the
bed, throwing the spare blanket on myself. I faced him, my arm supporting my
head. His blue eyes were glazed over, looking over my face sleepily, yet he
didn't say anything. 
 "You should read some of my poetry." He slurred, pointing to the desk behind
him. I raised my eyebrows.
 "You're really drunk Till." I muttered. He waved it off with his hand.
 "Nonsense...I give permission." Slurring the words yet again. I let out a sigh
and got up, walking to the desk, grabbing one of the leather journals. I
returned to my spot under the spare blanket, and opened it up to the most
recent page. Hässlichit read, which meant ugly. My eyes traced over the words. 
 "Oh, because no one can see, under my hideous face, beats a beautiful heart.
Oh, woe, take my wild fury from the flesh-sea of my greedy lust, the ship has
still not traveled. Oh God, touch me. Spit your heavenly cascade over my
enchanted visage, then for you I would pray. Oh God, make me beautiful. I would
oil the Bible and lick the flies on the cross, feasting upon the filth of
angels . I would gift my soul to you, for a little grace on my visage. So that
I may use it for my lust, so that I may seduce the enchanting, the lovely
nymphs who only look upon their equals....G-give me this- and f-forgive me,
because- I want it all." The poem was heart breaking, and reading it out loud
just made it worse, seeing the side of Till that I always knew was there, being
so prominent in this writing was so sad. I looked up from the journal, noticing
that Till's cheek was glistening, the whites of his eyes completely blood shot.
The atmosphere around us was so silent I think you could hear the cats purring
from the living room. He glanced down, and took the book out of his hands,
putting it down on the ground.
 "Is that what you think about yourself?" I croaked, he didn't look at me, he
just wiped the wet spots off his cheeks, as he answered.
 "I mean...Isn't that what everyone thinks of me? I'm the scary thirty year
old, who has all these scars, and has a low self esteem...You probably even
think that way." He whispered. I shook my head at the slight accusation.
 "I don't think that way at all Till." He hung his head.
 "But Richard does...It's not like I didn't hear him call me a big old grump."
I stared at him, as another set of tears fell from his eyes. I reached up,
brushing his hair back with my hand.
 "What Richard says doesn't matter. He was just drunk...Just like you right
now..." He gasped for some air, since he was trying to calm down. I continued
to moved my hand over his hair, as he leaned into it and closed his eyes. I
rested my hand on his cheek for a few seconds before doing the same motion
again, slowly calming him.
 "Yesterday...When you...You were drunk...You asked me why I was so good to
you...But...I should be asking you that question. I've...I've been so bitt-" I
hushed him.
 "Just relax Till. You just need some rest...It's going to be a rude awakening
in the morning." He opened his eyes.
 "I don't want to sleep...Because I know that in the morning I won't be the
same." He said in a saddened tone, slurring a few words. A faint frown appeared
on my face.
 "...You know sleep is the best thing to have when you're drunk." I
recommended. He shook his head against my hand in refusal. I sighed, giving up
the argument. In all honesty, after reading that poem, I really didn't want to
sleep.I pulled the spare blanket up to my neck, my eyes scanning over his
watery ones.
 "If you want to stay up then...Is there anything interesting you are going to
tell me to keep me awake?" I murmured against the blanket, my hand running down
his slightly stubbly cheek, then all the way back up to his hair, I could see
him contemplating, as he turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, my
hand leaving the side of his hair, now resting over his chest. 
 "When...I was in sports school...They used to pump us full of chemical
cocktails...Similar to steroids...Only a little worse. It only made these scars
on my face worse...I...I remember my dad saying to me that the woman that will
take me as her husband will either be blind, or ugly as well...And every
time...Every time I see a woman, I get so scared that they're looking at me,
and saying things similar to that, and sometimes I think that you...Might be
thinking that." He whispered honestly. Another tear slipped out of the corner
of his eye, and I could feel my throat tighten, feeling his sadness through his
words. I could see how much it hurt him. 
 "I'm sorry that you had to go through that Till." I croaked. He shook his
head. 
 "It's bad to say...But I've grown accustomed to it..." I closed my eyes,
resting them for a few moments as he spoke, but caught myself drifting slowly.
 ------
 "And I will never understand wh-..." A light snore caught my attention,
stopping me in mid-sentence. I turned my head to the side, seeing Velouria had
fallen asleep. So much for staying up.I could feel my eyes run over her face,
the dark scattered freckles splattered all across her pale face, her eyes
slightly puffy, possibly from holding back tears, which I never meant to cause.
I glanced down at her arm, tracing my eyes to her hand that hung limp. I
reached my right hand up, taking her ice cold hand into mine, letting my
fingers intertwine with hers, shifting onto my side, so I was facing her yet
again, our hands entangled within the space between us. I think I might've laid
there for two hours, just observing her, which sounds creepy.How her shoulders
raised when she inhaled, and dropped when she exhaled. Her nose would twitch
every once in a while as well...I tried to find a flaw within her, but to
me...In my own eyes, she was flawless. She was also forbidden from me, and just
that thought could've kept me awake, but my brain was crying out for sleep, and
so I took my hand out from hers, keeping my arm against hers though, and gave
into the fatigue, drifting into darkness. 
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 Birds chirped outside the window, slowly bringing me out of my sleep. My eyes
fluttered open, looking around the room which was naturally lit by the clouded
sky. My eyes adjusted to the light, and my body became aware of my
surroundings. I began to remember the events of last night, or this morning if
you want to get technical.Till crying, being an emotional wreck, that
poem....All different thoughts ran through my mind in that moment. My eyes
trailed over to Till's face. He was sound asleep, without a bother in the
world, his arm thrown on top of mine. I looked at his fairly large hand,
dragging my thumb across the back of it. He didn't flinch or move a muscle. I
intertwined my fingers with his, taking in the feeling of his palm against
mine, the warmth engulfing my usual cold hand limply. His hand tightened around
mine, causing me to flinch at the sudden movements, as he leaned forward and
gently placed his forehead on my chest, small pieces of his hair tickling my
neck. I put my chin on top of his head, breathing in the scent of alcohol that
radiated off of him from the prior night. I stayed in that position for a few
moments, my thumb dragging across the back of his hand like a feather. He began
to do the same, in my own mind I forgot about Richard, and even though I was a
little guilty about it I think we both needed the comfort, especially after the
emotional events of last night. He moved back slightly.
 "I better go throw up in the toilet before I accidentally do it here." He
murmured, rolling off the bed, quickly rushing out the bedroom, towards the
washroom. I shuffled to the side that Till was on, and grabbed the journal that
he put on the ground last night. I opened it up to the first page, hoping that
he wouldn't get angry if I read another poem of his. Messer,or knife in
English.
 "The dead sea within my flesh, gave birth to a harbor. Every day, at the same
time, it lays down my punishment with a dying galley, the lark with a white
bonnet. I would kill for her company, But she has a beak like a griffin's and a
grip as sharp as that of scissors. She raises an anchor and will sing, and with
a fine blade she will cut my little boat of paper in two. Screaming towards
colder waters; it sinks, and no one sings with me, and thus I have a fear of
knives. The little boat bleeds out from the mast, into the breast of
Grandmother, and when the sun shines in her night, someone is there to weep
with her. We drift coldly across the showers of the eye, full of hunger within
heavy casks; she cuts deep into me to devour me, and thus I have a fear of
knives. And when the sun shines in my night- there is no one there to weep with
me." There was a sense of loneliness in his poems, but oddly they were
beautiful, even though they came from a dark place in his mind. I brought the
blanket up to my neck, putting my arms over the blanket, still holding the
book. I skipped a couple of pages, the word Bald, or "Soon",came up, scrawled
across the page. Immediately my senses went into overdrive. I began to read
it. 
 "The sun will go down. I shall stand outside your window, I hear the birds in
me sing, the evening will bring me good. Your cold..." I paused, my heart
beginning to race. I gulped, taking in a breath before I continued reading it.
 "Your cold flesh comes to me. Oh, come here, you cold thing! Please be
bloodless in appearance only, I'll soon shoot fire within your bones. Live
slow; but die fast. Outside it is slowly becoming light, I knot my own
stiffened veins around your icy tendons. It does you good; it's fun for you The
meat is hot; the lager is cold, the bird, oiled and pale, lies for warmth
within your grass."  I let the book rest on my chest as I stated up at the
ceiling. It's not about you, you're completely mistaken. It isn't about you
Velouria. I could hear the shower turn on, causing me to let out a small sigh.
I closed the book and slowly got up from the bed, quickly placing the journal
down on his desk. Richard really needed him in the band, and I am really going
to push it on him.I walked over to the bathroom, kicking open the door
basically. 
 "You really have to join Richard's band!" I exclaimed, hearing a yelp from
Till.
 "Jesus Christ Velouria don't fucking scare me like that!" I laughed at his
reaction, hoisting myself up onto the bathroom sink. 
 "And no, I'm not joining the band! I'm shy, scared and fearful of being
embarrassed. You know that." He explained, spitting out some water. I rolled my
eyes.
 "Come on Till! It's no secret that you can write, and your writing is
beautiful, and from what I've heard you can sing...How about you do a jam
session with them!" I suggested, earning a small groan of reluctance.
 "Just once, and if you don't like it you will never have to do it again." I
offered. He moved the shower curtain slightly, poking his head out to look at
me. His blue eyes squinting at me. I stared back, squinting as well, not being
able to hold back a small laugh though. He rolled his eyes, and sighed.
 "Fine! I give up...I'll give it a try." He murmured, closing the shower
curtain. I hopped off the counter in excitement, letting out a squeal.
 "Finally!" I beamed, leaving the bathroom with an abundance of happiness
flowing through me. It was shocking that he finally said yes, I guess all the
pandering finally got to him. I felt completely achieved, so achieved, that I
was in the mood to make my specialty pancakes, even tho I had a little
dizziness from the prior night, I think I would still be able to pull them
off.I walked into the kitchen, picking up a frying pan from the dish rack,
placing it on the stove top. I glanced over at the radio, turning it on, and
raising the volume, Alice Coopers No More Mr Nice Guy blasting through the
speakers. I dropped a slice of butter into the pan, turning on the burner. I
grabbed an empty bowl, and the buttermilk pancake mix, pouring the premixed
batter, adding some milk into the mix, stirring it up until it was a nice
smooth consistency. I bobbed my head from side to side, moving to the rhythm of
the music, as I poured some of the batter into the hot pan, listening to it
sizzle loudly. I picked up the spatula, starting at the slightly misshaped
pancake, my stomach rumbling at the sight. 
 "Someone's hungry." Till joked. Immediately causing me to jump up into the
air, placing my hand on the center of my chest. His laugh rumbling through my
ears. I could see his eyes running over the shirt that I was wearing, slowly
adverting his gaze, almost prying it off of my image. I bit my lower lip,
turning back to the pancake, flipping it over onto the other side. 
 "So...What are you up to today?" I asked, dusting off the awkward, and tension
filled silence. 
 "Well Anja is bringing Marie Louise over. I have her for the weekend, so I'll
be watching her tonight...What about you?" I slid the pancake off the pan,
putting it into the plate, putting more batter onto it immediately. I gave him
a small shrug.
 "Probably stay here with you." I mentioned, smirking to myself. 
 "Not going out with Richard?" I glanced over my shoulder, giving him another
shrug.
 "Guess not. He hasn't called or anything." I replied, flipping the pancake
over. 
 "Chances are he's gonna come over here and ask you to go out again with the
guys...It is a Saturday after all." He added. Silence over took the
conversation once again, as I finished cooking the rest of the pancakes. I
turned around, placing the filled plate onto the island. Till immediately
picked one up, taking a fairly large bite of it, letting out a moan of
satisfaction.
 "Great as usual." He complimented, shoving the rest of the pancake into his
mouth. I smirked at his puffed up cheeks. Kinda similar to a squirrel.He
blushed a little under my gaze, dryly swallowing the contents. 
 "I'll make some coffee." I informed, turning back tot he counter, a little
knock coming from the door. I glimpsed over my shoulder briefly to Till who was
already up and out of the kitchen. I turned the coffee maker on, listening to
the front door creeping open. 
 "There's my bundle of joy." Till exclaimed, all of the sudden the baby began
crying, followed by small hush coming from Till.
 "Always decides to cry when I'm holding her...Um would you like to come in?
Have some coffee?" Fuck sake.I quickly hopped to the laundry room that was
attached to the kitchen, quickly pulling a pair of tights on. 
 "Sure! That'll be good, I've got a busy day ahead of me." She exclaimed, the
door closing. The babies cries came closer and closer to the kitchen. The
coffee maker beeped loudly, as I made my way out of the laundry room. 
 "Anja, this is my friend Velouria, she's been staying with me for a little
bit." Till shouted over the babies crying. I gave the young woman a small wave,
her eyes scanning over me. She had a very kind smile on her face, her hair
framing her face nicely. She waved back.
 "Hi. It's nice to meet you." She greeted, holding out her hand, I gave it a
quick shake, then went to the fridge pulling out the cream and milk, placing it
on the island. The baby continued to cry loudly.
 "Here I'll take her." I offered, walking over to a frowning Till. He handed
her off to me, Anja's eyes watching me carefully. Marie Louise slowly started
to calm down, descending from her sobbing, Anja glanced over at Till.
 "Impressive." I smirked, feeling a little bit of drool seep through my shirt.
They both poured themselves a cup of coffee.
 "She really is. I can never seem to calm her down...Yet when Velouria holds
her, she just stops." Till explains, taking a sip of the black coffee. Anja
smirked. Marie Louise fell asleep soon after, and Anja left after her cup of
coffee, leaving us alone. I took a pancake off the plate, taking a little
nibble of it, as I adjusted my arm a little bit. 
 "She's good with you more than me...She probably thinks I'm a monster." He
commented, slurping his coffee. I raised my eyebrows at him. 
 "She's a baby Till..." I whispered, as he picked up a pancake. His facial
expression made it look like he was being serious about that claim. 
 "Wait...You don't actually think that she thinks that way right?" He shrugged.
 "She'll probably end up thinking that when she grows up." I took a large,
angry bite out of my pancake. 
 "She will not think that Till...I'll prove it to you. Come here." I motioned
for him to come to my side of the island. He released a small sigh, shuffling
over to me. His eyes scanned over mine, as I slowly held the baby out to him,
gently placing her into his arms. No crying.He slowly lifted her, smiling
brightly.
 "See. She's okay." I placed my on her back, Till laughed lightly, pointing at
my shoulder.
 "Sporting some baby drool." I smirked, looking the dark wet stain. He went to
put his hand back to were it was before, and rested it on top of mine, his
large, calloused and warm hand engulfing mine. 
"I-I-It's your shirt...So I don't really care if I'm sporting the drool." I
felt my face go red, as I struggled to articulate my words to him. He blushed
as well, the both of us in complete and utter shyness in that moment. I moved a
little closer to him, feeling warmth radiating from his body, his eyes followed
me. I wanted to kiss him, just forget about Richard and suffer the consequences
later.Guilt settled in slowly at my thoughts that were betraying me. I am a
faithful woman...I can't do that to him.His gaze was still on mine, like he was
reading my thoughts. I slowly slipped my hand out from under his, my heart
cracking inch by inch, losing my chance. Till was about to say something, being
interrupted by his landline ringing from his bedroom. He paused, letting out a
frustrated sigh as he made his way down the hall. I followed behind him, while
he walked into the room and picked up the phone, I leaned against the frame.
 "Hallo?" His voice was quiet, yet I could still feel the deep bass in my chest
and I was a at least a couple of feet away from him. There was a moment of
silence. Then Till replied.
 "Yeah, she's right here, I'll put her on." He looked over at me, holding the
phone out. A small confused expression appeared on my face instantly. He raised
his eyebrows and mouthed 'Richard'. I sighed, walking over to him, taking the
phone out of his hands. 
 "Hallo Richard." I greeted happily, watching Till walk out of the room, with
all his focus on Marie Louise. 
 "Hallo Frau...What are you up to tonight?" He sounded tired, and run down,
probably from the prior night of excessive drinking. I looked towards the
doorway, thinking about my answer.
 "Um...I don't think I'm doing anything. Why?" I pressed, a small smile coming
up on my lips. 
 "I was thinking that maybe we could go out on a date, just me and you
tonight...Would that be okay with you?" I smiled brightly, twirling the wire
around my finger.
 "Yes. That would be great with me." I exclaimed, I heard small laughter coming
from Richard's end.
 "I'll pick you up at seven." He informed, my heart beating out of my chest in
excitement.
 "Yeah, that'll be great. See you then." I reassured.
 "Bye Liebe." I hung the phone onto the hook, letting out a small sigh, calming
myself down from the small burst of excitement that Richard created. I looked
at the drool spot on my shoulder, deciding to take a shower instead of leaving
it to last minute. I pried off the shirt, placing it into the hamper, before
sliding my tights down my legs, folding them up for a later time since I only
wore them for a couple of hours. I grabbed one of the towels on the dresser,
wrapping it around myself before stepping out into the hallway.
 "What did Richard want?" Till's voice echoed, I held my towel tightly.
 "He want's to take me out to dinner tonight." I whispered, staring at his sour
expression.
 "Well that's great." He murmured. 
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 I really wanted to just curl up into a ball and melt into the sofa. It was
just the fact that she was going to kiss me before that phone rang, and of
course it was the person that put me into the situation of covering up my
feelings in the first place. Richard knows what he's doing is wrong. He knows
that I want her. He knows that I am hopelessly falling for her, and I'm not
able to do anything about it, I can't just grip onto something and stop. I
wanted her to be happy though, and from what I observed from last night...He
makes her happy. If she ever broke up with him, and decided to go for me...I'm
not the type of material to provide someone happiness. So in all honesty, I
don't know why I was dawning on it. Marie Louise let out a little whimper,
causing me to tense up all of the sudden, she adjusted her head a little, I was
expecting her to cry, but thankfully she didn't. I took a seat on the couch,
staring at the blank television screen. 
 "Why can't love be uncomplicated?" I questioned aloud, leaning my head back
slightly so I was able to stare up at the ceiling, letting out a little groan
of frustration. Tonight was going to be a night of self loathing. 
Chapter End Notes
     Hey! Sorry the chapter is a little short, I just wanted to get
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     big news...I have released yet another story called Feuer und Wesser,
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***** Remains *****
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 The night consisted of me watching Marie Louise until she permanently fell
asleep for the night, and watching some sort of confusing crime show that I
couldn't really follow because I was so distracted by the time, growing more
and more nervous because Velouria wasn't back yet. She had been out since
seven, and the clock was inching closer and closer to twelve forty five. I know
she was out with Richard and shit, but usually she would probably be home by
now. I know Richard's a safe guy and stuff but I would rather have the comfort
of her being here instead of her being out with him, jealousy or not. My
thoughts were quickly interrupted by Velouria walking into the house, not
dressed in the short, lacy, black gown that she had on when she left the house.
She now sported tight black leggings and a baggy sweatshirt, her hair
looked tousled and in all honesty, she looked really pale, as if she had seen a
ghost. Her green eyes were blood shot and very puffy, like she had been crying.
Immediately I got concerned.
 "Velouria...Are you alright?" I asked, slowly standing up from the couch as
she slowly slipped off her Converse, putting them to the side. All she did to
reply to me was give a small nod, walking by, making her way towards my room,
limping slightly, like she was in pain. I waited a few minutes before following
her, just so she was able to have a little bit of space before I completely
invaded it. I tip toed over to the closed door, placing a gentle knock on it
prior to entering. She was already curled up under the heavy blankets of my
bed, her back facing me, I could see that she was in fetal position, like she
was trying to warm herself up. I quietly walked over to her, sitting on the
edge of the bed, looking at the bundle under the covers.
 "Vel...What's wrong?" She didn't say anything, I could only hear her light
breaths hitting the sheets that were wrapped around her. I slowly laid down
beside her, knowing that something was really bothering her now. She was never
like this, and my mind wasn't putting anything together. I stared at her back,
watching her shoulders rise and fall, her breathing seemed slightly uneven, and
unusual.
 "Till?" Her soft, gentle voice called. 
 "Yeah?" I replied instantly. She turned over to face me. Her eyes didn't look
into mine, her gaze was angled downwards, avoiding my stare.
 "What was your first time like?" Richard had sex with her? What a fucking
little shit bag son of a bitch. Maybe she wasn't asking about the first time
that I was thinking about...Hopefully she wasn't. 
 "Um...What do you mean?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows a little bit.
 "I mean what was it like when you had sex." She confirmed my suspicions
bluntly. I blinked, a little caught off guard by her reply.
 "Well...It was in a hayloft when I was sixteen, so I guess you could say that
it was a little uncomfortable. Why are you asking? Did you and Richar-." I
couldn't finish my sentence without her quickly interrupting my assumptions.
 "No. We didn't." A small sense of relief washed over me, but it still didn't
give me a reason as to why she was crying...Or at least why she looked like she
was crying. 
 "Then why are your eyes all red and puffy?" Her eyes gazed up at me, her green
pupils hazed with sadness and anguish. I was about to place my hand on her
cheek, causing her to move back immediately. My concern only grew, knowing that
she wasn't acting the same. 
 "Just drop it Till." She murmured, but I wasn't going to back down that
easily, and she knew it.
 "You were the one that brought up the topic of sex...Was Richard trying to
force you to do something that you didn't want to do?" She dropped her head and
shook it slowly.
 "Velouria...Did h-." Once again I couldn't finish my sentence,
 "Till it has nothing to do with Richard, so please just shut up." She
exclaimed, her voice cracking like she was on the brink of bursting into tears.
My brain couldn't make the connection to just leave it alone, so I pressed her
even more for answers.
 "Vel...Tell me what happened." Her eyes teared up, my heart slowly sinking, as
my thoughts raced around in my head. She was shaking, trying to catch her
breath, tears sliding down her cheeks.
 "Promise you won't get mad at me?" She croaked. I reached up, wiping the tears
off her face, seeing how emotionally distraught she was.
 "I promise." I replied honestly, intertwining my fingers between hers,
engulfing her child size hand in mine. She pulled her hand away and moved back,
turning over so she wasn't facing me.
 "Richard dropped me off at my house, so I could get changed out of that stupid
dress...He had to get back home because something was going on at home..." She
paused for a moment, and took in a shaky breath, before continuing her story.
 "I was going to call you...But I felt like I was going to be a b-b-bother to
you...So I didn't. Once I got changed and everything I began to make my way
back here...I knew a s-s-short cut through the park, and I had taken it a few
times b-before...I-I..." She began to sob loudly, I stayed silent, knowing that
she didn't want to be touched right now, judging by the fact that she was
pulling away from me. I heard her sniffle, and compose herself enough to
continue her explanation, 
 "I...I was walking, and...I felt like I was being followed, but I knew I was
close to your house...But then...Then I was grabbed, and p-p-pulled into a
heavily wooded area of the park. Before I could scream a hand was clamped over
my mouth, and I knew that n-n-no one would be able to hear me." My heart
stopped in that moment, realizing what happened to her. She cried a little
harder, her sobs becoming louder and louder, as she gasped for air. 
 "T-T-Then I...I was trying to get away, I could see the lights of the r-r-road
and I w-w-was so close to getting out...I couldn't though...The man was just so
fucking s-s-strong and I couldn't get away from him...Then he forced h-h-
himself o-." She couldn't finish her sentence, her sobbing taking over, holding
her back from explaining the gritty details of the encounter. An overwhelming
feeling of guilt and blame washed over me knowing that this could've been
prevented if I wasn't so bitter about her dating Richard. She would've called
to ask me to pick her up, and I would've went and gotten her, but because of
the way I was acting she thought that she would be a bother to me, so she
didn't call. Immediately my brain raced to what we could do, and the only thing
I could think of was going to the hospital to get her checked out. 
 "Velouria...We should go to the hospital." Instantly I heard her objections,
her sobs filling the room loudly. I reached behind me grabbing my handheld
phone off the hook, dialing Richard. I waited a few seconds, the phone ringing
as they connected our call. Oliver answered sleepily.
 "Hallo?" He grumbled, like he had just woken up.
 "Oliver...Can you please come over and watch Marie Louise for me, I need to
take Velouria to the hospital." I murmured into the phone so she couldn't
really hear me. 
 "Yes...Wait what happened?" He asked hastily. I shook my head, knowing that I
couldn't tell him right now.
 "I will tell you later, we will be gone by the time you get here, I hope, the
key is under the carpet. Thanks Oliver." I replied quickly, hanging up the
phone. I grabbed my car keys off the bedside table, putting them into my
pocket. Her sobbing still rang through my ears like a broken record, every gasp
she took my heart just cracked, breaking it more and more. I slowly got up from
the bed and went over to her side, so I was right in front of her. Her lip
quivered, her cheeks glistened with tears, and some of the makeup that she wore
out tonight was smeared down her face in sloppy black streaks. 
 "Velouria...Look at me." I whispered, keeping my hands to myself, knowing that
she didn't want to be touched. I could see the struggle that she was having, as
she slowly opened her eyes, her sad stare connecting with my concerned one. 
 "I need to take you to the hospital...Okay?" I informed her gently, she shook
her head immediately. 
 "I'm fine...I don't want to go." She whimpered, I could feel my throat tighten
just at the sound of her voice, the sadness lacing her voice. 
 "Velouria...The man who did this needs to be caught..." I whispered, she
stared at me, her green eyes scanning me, tears flowing down her face. She
closed her eyes tightly, and bit her bottom lip.
 "What if he does it to other girls Velouria...You need to think about this..."
She stared at me, and leaned forward.
 "Fine..." She murmured reluctantly as she was leaning up. I could hear her
hiss loudly, as she brought herself back down onto the bed. This only made her
cry even more out of frustration. I got up out of my crouching position.
 "I'm going to get some spare clothes for you, then I'll bring you to the car,
just stay put." I informed her gently, walking over to the dresser, grabbing an
Alice Cooper t-shirt that I had, as well as some black jogging bottoms, and a
pair of plaid boxers, since they were loose enough to not cause any discomfort.
I grabbed a bag, gently placing the pile of clothes into the bottom, putting it
over my shoulder. I walked back over to her, crouching down yet again, noticing
that her eyes were shut tight.
 "Are you able to walk?" I asked quietly, her eyes fluttered open at the sound
of my voice, giving her head a small shake, wiping her cheeks with the back of
her hand.
 "I'm going to carry you to the car...Is that alright?" She took in a deep
breath, and nodded. I slid my arms under her warm, slightly limp body, lifting
her up. She rested her head against my chest, curling up against me, her cold
body radiating through my shirt. I was so careful with her, knowing that if I
was too rough she may be in more pain than she was already experiencing. I made
my way to the front door, holding her against me with one arm as I put her
shoes into the bag. I lifted myself back up, and slipped my feet into my shoes,
making my way out the front door, closing it behind me after exiting. I felt
her shiver against me, cuddling closer into me. I got to the car, holding her
with one arm yet again as I pulled out the keys, unlocking it quickly. I placed
Velouria down on the back seats, putting the bag on the floor beside her,
hearing a little groan of pain escaping from between her lips. 
 "Sorry." I murmured, hoping that she was okay. I closed the door, noticing
that Oliver was pulling up onto the boulevard. I gave him a small wave, and he
gave me one back, it was barely seen through the windshield of his car. The
headlights turned off, and he exited the car. His tall stature straightening
out. I looked at him, worry in his eyes, as he made his way over to the car
hastily. I glanced through the window, noticing Velouria curling up into fetal
position again, facing the seats. Oliver leaned against the car, looking into
the car as well.
 "What happened, why does she have to go to the hospital?" He asked, his voice
filled with concern, glancing over at me. I kept my eyes glued to her, as she
raised her hand and dragged it across the leather seat.
 "She's not feeling well." I lied through my teeth, thinking that she probably
didn't want me to tell anyone about what actually happened. Oliver let out a
sigh of relief. 
 "I thought something really bad happened...Anyways...Good luck, I hope she
feels better." He said, giving me a little pat on my shoulder as he walked off,
up the front porch to the door. I walked around the car, getting into the
drivers seat, gently closing the door behind me. Looking into my review mirror,
noticing that her back was still turned away from me. I gripped the steering
wheel with my left hand, as I put the key into the ignition, turning it on. I
looked in my review mirror, backing up, turning the wheel to go around Oliver's
car without hitting it. I got onto the street, and we began our quick travel to
the hospital. It was quite late now, the time being one thirty in the morning.
For a Saturday night, or Sunday morning,everyone was probably cooped up in the
bars, or raping young, vulnerable girls.The thought made me grip the steering
wheel in anger and frustration. Calm down Till, you need to just stay calm for
Velouria's sake, you don't want her to see you angry like this, so just take a
few breaths.I took in a deep breath, rolling down the window to let in the
fresh air of a late summer night, I felt my hair move with the wind, as I
stopped at a red light, letting out a long sigh, while I placed my back onto
the seat. I glimpsed up at the review mirror, seeing that Velouria was now
turned over facing me, yet her eyes was closed, as if she was sleeping, or
trying to cam herself down as well. The light turned green, causing my foot to
gently step on the gas, moving us forward. I knew we were almost there, seeing
the large white cross, with red behind it, shining over some of the buildings.
I continuously looked at the mirror, checking if she was okay, if she fell
asleep, which she didn't.I could tell she was still awake because of how tensed
up she looked. I pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, getting a parking
spot that was the closest to the emergency doors, hoping that this was an
emergency to them, because for me it was. I put the car into park, and took my
keys out of the ignition, putting them into my pocket again, before exiting the
car, making my way to the back seat. I opened up the door, slinging the bag of
spare clothes over my shoulder, Velouria turned over, laying on her back, her
eyes fluttering open, looking up at the ceiling. I slid my arms under her yet
again, slowly bringing her out of the car. She cuddled into me again, resting
her head on my chest, feeling her tense up due to nervousness. I carried her
into the hospital, the rushed atmosphere engulfing us, I felt her eyes staring
into me as I went up to the front desk the secretary looking down at Velouria.
 "I would like to report a rape...She...I think she needs medical help." The
woman looked up at me and nodded.
 "Just go wait over there, our sexual assault examiner will come and get her."
She motioned to one of the chairs, in which I went over and sat down on.
Velouria curled up against me, as I cradled her against me. She dug her face
into my neck, her hot breath hitting my skin, a couple of tears dripping onto
my shoulder. I rubbed her back slowly.
 "Don't cry...Everything will be alright Vel...Everything's going to be okay."
I cooed. She shook her head, holding herself against me. 
 "I don't want to go in alone...I can't go in alone." She whispered against my
neck. I held her even closer to me.
 "I won't let you...I promise." I murmured back into her ear. She wrapped her
arms around my neck, holding me tightly, in the back of my head I was still
blaming myself, knowing that this could've been preventable. I looked up a
little noticing a slightly older lady walking towards us, immediately grabbing
my attention. She gave me a small bleak smile, knowing the situation. 
 "Hello...I'm Anne, I'll be your nurse today." She introduced herself, causing
Velouria to turn and look at her. I noticed a purple ring around her eye that
was forming, something that I didn't notice before. 
 "If you would like to come into the examination room that is alright with me,
it's very hard for young girls to go through something like this examination
without any support." I gave her a small nod, and got up still holding Velouria
against me, as Anne led us to one of the rooms. 
 "Okay...I'm going to ask you to take off your clothes and change into this
gown, undergarments are a very important piece of evidence in these cases,
especially because DNA could be found on it, so put every clothing item in this
bag, and have each piece of clothing separated by a piece of this paper...I'll
give you a few minutes to do that before we proceed." She instructed fairly
professionally, like she had done this countless times before. She left us
right after. giving us the instructions, the dead silence filling the room. I
gently placed Velouria down on the examination table, letting her back lean
against the wall behind her. I opened up the bag that Anne provided, holding it
out as I looked up at the ceiling, ignoring her disrobing herself. I knew that
it was going to take quite some time,so I got my head into a comfy position
looking at a drawing that a kid must've done. It was a nurse, drawn in a bright
red, with a large, unnatural smile on her face. I kept my eyes on it, feeling
something drop into the bag, and the rustling of thin paper to separate the
clothing items. I didn't say anything the whole time, so the silence was
definitely deafening. I don't know how long I was standing there holding the
bag out, but when she tapped me to get my attention my neck ached with pain, so
it must've been a while. She was now in the blue gown that was given to her,
hunched over, her gaze on her lap. I didn't say anything, I just closed up the
bag and put it on the counter, taking a seat next to the examination table,
keeping my eyes locked on Velouria. I was about to open my mouth to say
something...Literally anything, but Anne came back in, keeping me from saying
anything, I could see her slide on some white medical gloves, instantly
noticing Velouria tense up, her eyes shooting to where Anne stood. She didn't
say anything, she just flashed a comforting smile, beginning to explain the
check up, and the procedure.
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 I laid on the examination table, wanting to tear my skin off, crawl out of it,
and burn it. I felt like during that check up I broke Till's hand because of
how much pain I was in. It was the only way I could project the pain, without
making a noise. She collected a blood sample, some DNA evidence that the
disgusting man left behind, and listened to me recounting the incident in heavy
detail, she said that she needed everything that I could remember. I asked for
Till to leave when I was telling her what happened since I didn't want him to
hear what happened, knowing that he probably didn't want to hear anything
anyways. Anne wrote notes down in the file, comforting me when I broke down
crying, she recommended a therapist, and gave me a card before she left with
all the evidence, closing the door behind her. I was going to assume that she
was giving Till the down low on my injuries, and give him recommendations on
how to give me some sort of 'support' during the recovery process. I changed
into the spare clothes Till packed, my eyes glancing over at the clock, seeing
that it had been three hours since we got there. What a lengthy process.I
slowly tied the black jogging bottoms that were quite large and loose since
they were Till's, pulling on the baggy t-shirt that he packed as well. I
breathed in the scent that was left on the shirt from him, the minty scent
running through my nose. I was about to bend down to pick up my shoes but a
feeling of complete and utter pain threw me back into reality, I hissed loudly,
leaning against the examination table. I took a few deep breaths, feeling tears
brimming my eyes. A small knock came from the door, just in time. 
 "Come in." Till opened the door slowly, poking his head in before entering the
room. He put two and two together, seeing the shoes on the ground. Our eyes
met.
 "You need some help?" He asked softly. I nodded, not really wanting to admit
it aloud. He walked over, grabbing the left Converse, I lifted my foot,
slipping it into the shoe, his large hands tying the delicate shoelace. He
didn't make any conversation as he did this, and in all honesty, I wasn't in
the mood to talk. I just wanted to go back to Till's house and take a shower as
soon as possible to get this disgusting feeling off, and out of me.He pushed
his hair out of his face, his blue eyes looking up at me.
 "Are you able to walk?" His voice full of concern, watching me carefully
balance myself. I nodded, hoping that he would just stop pressing me for
answers, yet he didn't.
 "Are you sure Vel?" I nodded once again, walking by him without saying a word.
I had my hand against the wall, just in case I didn't fall or anything. I could
feel Till following close behind, as the both of us walked to the car. From now
on...Everything was going to be different. 
Chapter End Notes
     The story is about to change...O_O
***** Aftermath *****
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 The car ride back to Till's house consisted of him inquiring if I was alright
or not, and complete silence, I wasn't in the mood to speak to Till, I wasn't
in the mood to speak at all actually, no matter who it was. I just wanted to be
in the comfort of a warm blanket, without a bother in the world. I know it's
the worst thing possible to be alone at this time because I need 'emotional
support', but the only thing I really needed right now was a scorching hot
shower, and some alone time to compose my own thoughts and feelings. I picked
at the graphic design on the t-shirt to distract myself from my thoughts, just
so I didn't break down again in the car. The car came to a halt at a red light,
giving Till a chance to sneak a few glances at me, I could feel his eyes boring
into the side of my face, hoping that I would at least speak a word to him, but
I didn't, I just kept my gaze on the t-shirt, ignoring him as much as I
possibly could. I glanced up a bit, noticing his hands gripping the steering
wheel a little tighter, he was angry.The traffic light shined a bright green
into the car, the color covering my shirt. I felt the car slowly begin to move
again, my eyes taking a quick peek at the time, 5:06.I leaned back against the
seat, hissing a little at the contact that my spine made with the back seat. I
adjusted my position, trying to get somewhat comfortable, so I could possibly
relax, but my muscles were so tense, it was like they were frozen in place,
with no possible way of unfreezing them, unless I had a scorching hot shower.I
closed my eyes tightly, having a small flashback to the incident that happened
tonight...The rape.I felt disgusted with myself, my skin crawling at the
thought of that vile man touching me, his hands entangled in my hair, pulling
on it like he was going to rip it out of my scalp. The excruciating stinging
that he caused when he hit me in the face because I tried to fight back. My
ears could only remember the sound of the leaves crunching under me, and the
sound of his skin slapping against mine with extreme anger. I shook my head,
instantly wiping tears that flooded my eyes. I could tell Till looked over at
me, and noticed what was going on, but he didn't say anything knowing that I
didn't want to talk to him, or to anyone for that matter. I looked out the
window, leaning my head against the cold glass, my breath fogging it up with
each breath I took. Till pulled the car into the driveway, going around
Oliver's car, parking the car in front of the garage. I glanced over at Till,
seeing him turn the car off and lean back, letting out a long sigh, he sat
there for a while, like he was composing himself in a way, before unbuckling
his seat belt. I did the same, stepping out of the car slowly, Till came around
the car, keeping his distance from me, closely observing my actions. I stood up
straight, cracking my back, a small pinch of pain rushing through my bones. A
groan escaped my lips, and began walking, following Till to the front door. I
slowly climbed the stairs, steadying myself on the brick wall, Till glanced at
me, a small concerned stare appearing on his face. I got onto the porch,
standing behind him as he pulled out his key to unlock the front door. He
pushed it open, and motioned for me to go in first, I gave him a small nod to
thank him. When I stepped into the house I immediately made my way to the
washroom, completely ignoring Oliver's presence. I kicked off my shoes as I
turned on the bright white light of the bathroom, my eyes burning because of
how sensitive they were from all that crying that was done. I pried off the t-
shirt, bringing it up to my face, I took in a deep breath, Till's scent filling
my senses. The minty, musky, almost natural smell drawing me in. It brought
comfort to me. I folded the piece of clothing, placing it on the counter near
the sink. I proceeded to take the jogging bottoms and boxer shorts off in one
swift movement, attempting to ignore all the pain that rushed through the
entire lower half of my body, being completely unsuccessful. My legs buckled
and shook under me, my only saving grace being the counter that was beside me,
so I could hold myself up before I fell to the ground. I pushed myself back up,
seeing my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I looked drained, my eyes a
blood shot red, the eye makeup I wore prior to the incident was smeared across
my face. My eyes instantly noticed a purple ring forming around my eye, I went
up to touch it, immediately pulling my hand back because of how raw and sore
the bruise was. I let out an involuntary hiss, how was I going to explain this
to my dad?I placed my hand on the counter the cold porcelain, my eyes roaming
over the rest of my body, weighing the injuries that were scattered. The bright
red scratches scattered all over my skin, a bandage over one that Anne noticed
was bleeding. I closed my eyes, tearing my gaze off of my reflection., turning
around to face the shower. I stepped into the tub, twisting the tap, the hot
water spraying out onto me, letting it burn away all the disgust, all the
remains of the horrifying experience, but for some reason I found myself
wishing that it could burn away all the pain and anguish that I was feeling.
  My body slowly gave into the temperature, the muscles relaxing, yet my mind
and thoughts didn't. Everything began to play over in my mind like a broken
record, over and over again. His breath running down my neck, his rough palms
grazing my back, the pain, the searing pain ripping through me like I was going
to be torn in two. The feeling of my happy spirit being broken in two, picked
apart bit by bit, by the underlying darkness that I hadn't experience since the
day my mother died. I was drowning in it, like quicksand, there was no escaping
the bitter black goo of depression, and sadness, the terrifying feeling of
anxiety replacing the calmness that came so naturally to me before. I backed
up, grabbing the bottle of Till's shampoo, squeezing out into my hand,
immediately lathering it onto my body, the cool temperature stinging my
sensitive, and scraped flesh. I didn't even care though, nothing could be worse
than the painful, and disgusting experience that I just went through only a few
hours ago. I dragged my nails across my skin, beginning to scratch the soft,
untouched flesh that I had on my arms. I felt tears weld up in my eyes, the hot
water fogging around me, as if it was engulfing me in it's depths. I continued
to scratch, the burning, almost euphoric sensation running through my body,
like I was excreting every memory of the feeling of that man's touch on my
skin. I cried, furiously dragging my nails down my arm, until the water went a
light, almost rosy pink. I shivered, rubbing some of the shampoo on the now
raw, and bleeding skin, letting out a shaky breath, it was only going to be a
temporary sting, something that could help me get through the day without
thinking about the other pain that I was experiencing, physically, and
emotionally.I sunk down to the floor letting the water run over my curled up
figure, letting the heat run through my bones, warming them to the core. I
brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them against me, pain erupting through
my lower half, reminding me of everything yet again. I glanced at my arm,
seeing the self inflicted scratch marks, focusing on the slow trickle of blood
that ran down the irritated skin. I began scratching once again, going over the
skin with as much force that I could muster up. More blood began to flow down
my skin, swirling around in the water, as it slowly made it's way towards the
drain. I stopped the destruction before it went any further than it already
has, putting my arm under the warm water, my eyes clenching shut at the harsh,
uncomfortable feeling that flowed through it. I slowly stood back up, hearing a
knock coming from the bathroom door.
 "Velouria...Are you alright, you've been in there for a while." Till voice
asked, ringing with concern. It didn't feel like I had been in here for a
while, I guess time just went by so quickly that I didn't notice it.I didn't
want to answer him, it felt like my vocal cords had been torn out, like I lost
the ability to speak. So I just gave him an indication that I was finished by
turning off the water. The warmth leaving me, bringing me back to the cold
reality of the real world. I looked down at my arm, thinking about a way to
cover it, I found myself looking around the bathroom for a towel, I opened the
bottom cabinets of the sink, not seeing an extra one there, although there was
a face towel, which was something I could use at least. I grabbed it, placing
it onto the counter, proceeding to stand up and grab my body towel, gently
drying myself off, before wrapping it tightly around me. I picked up the face
towel, draping it over my arm, then pressing it against me, making it look
somewhat believable. I ignored myself in the mirror, and closed the light,
taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down from the emotional state that I
was in, before opening the door. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting,
as I stepped out into the hallway, glancing from side to side. I could overhear
Till and Oliver talking among themselves, it didn't seem like it was about me,
so I had no reason to be concerned about it. I shuffled to the bedroom,
entering the dark room. I decided to get dressed in the dark, choosing out
whatever felt relatively comfortable, I also made sure that the shirt that I
chose was long sleeved, or baggy, anything that was able to hide my self
destruction. I pulled on the boxer shorts, finding the ones that I was wearing
very comfortable, I completely disregarded the pants for that reason. I found a
heavy sweatshirt, the familiar scent of Till's odor radiating off of it, luring
me in. I slipped my arms through the baggy holes, popping my head out of the
top, my raw arm dragging across the fluffy fabric that covered the inside. I
hissed lightly, finally poking my hands out of the cuffs of the sweater. I let
out a small sigh, making my way over the unmade bed, gently placing myself
under the covers, pulling them up to my neck, the warmth engulfing me. I
breathed in deeply, cuddling into the blankets, keeping my eyes glued to the
wall. I laid there for a few moments, until an expected knock came from the
door. I already knew who it was.I didn't answer, assuming that he would just
walk in anyways, which he did. 
 "I um...Brought you some tea..." Till informed gently, closing the door behind
him. His movements made the floor creak loudly under him. He came into my line
of sight, his eyes meeting mine as he slowly placed the mug down on the bedside
table. I sat up a little, the scent of sweet lemon, and tart blueberry flowing
through my nostrils. I propped the pillow up behind me, leaning against the
headboard of the bed, as Till grabbed his swivel chair from his desk, bringing
it relatively close to my bedside. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the
handle of the cup, my hands shaking. I could feel his eyes boring into the side
of my face as I brought the cup up to my lips, letting the steam glide over my
face. I closed my eyes, and tilted the cup, taking a small sip of the boiling
hot liquid, the tarty taste dancing over my tongue. I leaned back against the
pillow, my eyes roaming over to Till, who was staring at me intensely. I raised
my eyebrows at him, our eyes meeting, He immediately tore his gaze from me,
like he was unable to look at me in the eyes. I took another sip of the tea,
now staring at the wall in front of me. Till cleared his throat, to clear the
silence in the room. 
 "I want to say that I'm sorry." My eyes instantly went to him, the giant
sitting before me, hunched over, looking down at his lap as if he had done
something wrong. He looked up at me, I guess he saw the look of confusion on my
face, glancing back down at the floor, before explaining himself. 
 "...I was so bitter, and self loathing...I made you feel like you were some
sort of burden to me...All because I was jealous." I kept my eyes on him,
jealous? Of Richard? Why?He stared at his hands, trying to keep himself from
looking back up at me. I couldn't continue to look at him like this, I couldn't
let him blame himself, because it wasn't his fault at all, it was mine for
overthinking, and being scared that I was going to be bothering him, especially
because he would do anything to keep me safe. I placed the mug down, a light
tap gaining his attention, his eyes watched me closely, as I moved myself
forward, signalling him to come closer. Reluctantly he gave in, bringing his
chair towards me. I brought my hands up to his face, the stubble on his cheeks
grazing my palms. He closed his eyes tightly at the sudden contact, I slowly
traced my thumbs under his eyes, noticing a small tear forming on the outer
corner. He took in a shaky breath, a light flow of air hitting my face, because
of how relatively close we were. I slid my hands down to his neck, wrapping my
arms around him, bringing him into a hug, hoping that it would indicate some
sort of forgiveness, even though he didn't need to be forgiven. Instantly his
arms clung to me, pulling me closer to his muscular body. I felt a tear stain
the sweater that I was in, as Till's heavy breath muffled against the fabric of
the shirt.
 "I'm so sorry Velouria...I..." He couldn't finish his sentence, his whimpering
broke my heart, hearing how devastated he was about the situation. I felt tears
weld up in my own eyes, slowly releasing them, letting it stain his shirt as
well. We could've sat there for hours, wrapped up in each others arms, crying,
trying to recover. I pulled back slightly, wiping my cheeks, Till and I's gaze
meeting again, his skin stained with tears, I brought my hand up to his face,
drying the damp area with the tips of my fingers, I placed my forehead on his,
the both of us closing our eyes almost at the same time, Our breathing was the
only thing that was barely audible within the confines of the bedroom. Till
kept his hand on my neck, his scent filling my senses. 
 "Velouria...Ich will nicht allein sein, bitte lass uns unsere Freundschaft
nicht ruinieren." I would never let this ruin our friendship. It was not his
fault.I nodded, agreeing that I wouldn't let this ruin whatever we were. My
voice still felt weak, I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't make the
words come out of my mouth, it was like it was going to be a mission to say
something to him. Tills calloused fingers against my smooth skin brought a sort
of comfort to my tense state, as I leaned my body a little closer to him. All
of the sudden, a light knock came from the door, the both of us pulling away
from each other. I moved back to the pillow that leaned against the headboard,
grabbing the mug of tea between my hands.
 "Come in." Till murmured, his eyes still scanning over me. Oliver opened the
door quietly, his eyes immediately going over to me, a small, almost forced
smile coming up on his face. I glanced over at Till who raised his eyebrows at
him, waiting for him to say something. 
 "Richard is here...He's really worried, can he come in?" Oliver asked gently,
looking at me for an answer. I peered over at Till, noticing that he was
already getting up, putting his chair back to the desk. I glanced back at
Oliver seeing that he also noticed this.
 "I'll take that as a yes?" He questioned, full of confusion. I shrugged. 
 "Yes, bring him in." Till replied, walking out of the room, my eyes following
him as he left my sight. Oliver opened the door a little wider, moving out of
the way. Richard rushed in, a panicked expression drawn on his face. He came
over to me quickly, roughly pulling me to him. I hissed loudly, indicating that
his lovingactions were a little too rough. 
 "Oh sorry." He said instantly, pulling away. I shook my head. 
 "Its...It's fine." I croaked, my voice cracking. He placed his hands on my
cheeks, his smooth palms meeting my face. 
 "Are you alright, Oliver told me Till took you to the hospital." I nodded,
placing my hands on top of his, lying right to him.His eyes scanned over mine.
 "Are you sure?" He pressed further, I nodded once again. My fingertips tracing
over the back of his hand. 
 "What happened anyways?" This was when my story could become a make or break,
if it sounds unbelievable Richard will catch on immediately, and the real story
will come out, but if I told him the truth he will instantly be angry with me
for not letting him drive me home, and just like Till he will end up blaming
himself. 
 "I slipped and fell in the shower...Till heard me, and instantly suggested
that we should go to the hospital." I explained, hoping that the story sounded
believable. Richard frowned. 
 "Aww es tut mir leid liebste." I shook my head. pretending to rub the back of
my head in pain.
 "It's okay...I think I just need to sleep it off, it's been a long long
night." I explained softly, trying not to strain my voice. He nodded, giving me
a small loving kiss on my lips. My brain screaming loudly for it to be done
quickly, knowing that I didn't want that romantic contact at that moment. 
 "Get some sleep. I'll probably see you later." I nodded, watching him leave
the room, closing the door behind him. 
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 I watched Richard walk out with a small smile on his face, causing me to
become completely caught off guard by his reaction. He put his hands into his
pockets, walking over to us.
 "It wasn't that bad. It was just a little fall, little bruise under her eye...
You didn't have to be so worried about her Till." He laughed, giving me a light
tap on my bicep. She lied to him...She didn't tell him what really happened.
Why? Why is she keeping this away from him, it's too serious to keep away from
him.I couldn't help but blush at his comment though, knowing that he knew I
couldn't keep myself from caring about her.
 "You know I can never do that." I replied honestly, forcing a small laugh out,
that came out with awkwardness. Richard motioned to the door.
 "We should go, Oliver and I have some plans today. You take care of her
though. I know she's in good hands." How could he be so fucking joyous? Even if
Velouria didn't tell him the truth, she's injured, and he's just leaving me
with her because he has plans that are more important than his own girlfriend?
What a little shitbag.I nodded.
 "Yes. Totally in good hands." I agreed, putting a thumbs up. Richard and
Oliver proceeded to put on their shoes, I could tell Oliver was still
concerned, but he knew he couldn't show it, because then Richard would catch on
and know that Velouria lied to him, and at this moment it wasn't a good idea to
unveil that. When they both left, I let out a small sigh, locking the door. I
think she wants to have some time alone.I walked over to the couch, slowly
placing myself down in front of the blank television., not even having the
energy to turn it on. I sat there staring out the window, watching the sun
slowly appear from the darkness of the night. My ears heard the gentle padding
of feet against the hardwood floor, it sounded slow, but I waited...Knowing it
was her. Velouria made her way across my line of sight, occupying the seat
beside me, leaving a fairly large amount of space between us. I glanced at her
seeing one of her hands curled around her mug, looking at the sunrise with me,
her beautiful green eyes shining in the light that began to peek through the
window. I reached over, taking her freezing cold hand in mine, intertwining my
fingers between hers. She didn't say anything, so I decided to say something.
 "You might be taking a vow of silence, or you may not want to talk to me, and
that is completely understandable. But I'm not going to leave you...No matter
what you do. No matter how many times you're going to try to push me away
during this recovery...You're not going to be alone. I will always be here
whenever you want to talk Vel." I assured her, kind of going off on a little
bit of a tangent. There was silence once again, until I felt Velouria's hand
squeeze mine tightly. The action signaling me that she understood. I looked
over at her noticing that she was still facing forward. I looked in front of me
as well, watching the sun rise, witnessing the birth of a new day.
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 We pulled up to the front of the therapist office, Till putting the car in
park. It had been the week after the rape, and Till had decided that I should
seek some counseling, knowing that it will help me relax a little bit, since I
hadn't been getting a lot of sleep ever since the situation happened. I would
stay up all night long with Till on the phone, and not even talk to him. I
would only listen to his sleepy voice talk to me, then when he would fall
asleep, I would just listen to his soothing breaths that were muffled through
the phone. Every time Till would pick me up from school I could see the hope in
his eyes slowly disappear whenever I got into the car and he didn't hear my
voice. I haven't spoken to him in so long, I would just interact with him
through head nods, and once in a while a small tap to get his attention. It
broke my heart, but I had to do it, for mine, and his own good. 
 "She's a really good therapist...I hope you talk to her..." He murmured, I
glanced over at him, and I could tell that he saw the fear, and nervousness in
my eyes. It wasn't that hard to hide, especially when it was so noticeable
sometimes.
 "Velouria don't be afraid...She isn't here to harm you or anything like that.
She's here to help." He added gently, keeping his eyes on mine. I reluctantly
nodded, and unbuckled my seat belt, unlocking the door of the car. I took one
last look at Till from over my shoulder, then opened the door, getting out of
the car, closing it behind me. 
 "Velouria wait!" I stopped walking and turned around peeking through the
window. Till rolled down the window a little more than it already was, before
asking.
 "What time do you want to be picked up at?" I glanced over at the clock,
seeing that it was around 4:03, I thought about how long I would probably end
up staying there for, and proceeded to hold up five fingers. Till nodded, and
gave a small comforting smile. 
 "See you then." I nodded, backing away from the car. I turned back around,
facing the three leveled building, made out of brown bricks. I noticed a few
people walking out of the building, some of them sad, just like me, but they
looked relaxed, like a whole weight had been lifted off of their shoulders. I
took in a deep breath, hearing the car slowly roll away from me. There was no
escaping now...Unless I made a run for it...But I would never betray Till like
that.I walked towards the door, placing my hand on the handle, I caught my
reflection in the spotless window, noticing the dark circles under my eyes. I
looked drained, and even everyone at school agreed with me.I opened the door,
stepping into the warm lobby, seeing people sitting on the side, probably
waiting for family to come out or something. I slowly walked over to the list
of therapists, looking for the last name Montgomery. I dragged my finger down
the glass, until I noticed hers. Room 321.I mumbled the number under my breath
so I could remember it, as I walked to the elevator and pressed the up button,
waiting a for the doors to open up. I could overhear a conversation going on
behind me about how excited they were for the weekend. I couldn't say the
same.I stepped into the elevator, as well as the two people talking about their
plans. I pressed the number three, watching the doors close, I leaned against
the wall crossing my arms, staring at the numbers ascending one by one. The
doors opened up when we got to the third level, all of us storming out of the
elevator, going our separate ways. I looked at the names on the doors,
squinting at each one 319, 320, 321.I stood in front of the door, reaching my
hand up to give a small warning knock before entering. 
 "This is it." I murmured under my breath, knocking twice on the wooden door,
waiting a few seconds to let her answer. I heard some shuffling, and saw the
handle turn, the separation between us disappearing. She was a fairly older
lady, probably in her mid fifties judging by the predominant wrinkles sprawled
across her face, her glasses that she wore hung off the bridge of her nose,
framing her dark brown eyes. For some reason she looked fairly stuck up, even
though she had a warm smile on her face, flashing her pearly white teeth,
looked like they were dentures, but I wasn't going to accuse her of that, since
I was probably going to be seeing her for a while.
 "Oh you must be Velouria, come in." Her voice was warm, and smooth, bringing a
sort of comfort because of how motherly she sounded, reminding me of my own
mother.I stepped into the welcoming room, accompanied by a long red couch, a
well build desk, that looked like it was carved by hand, with intricate
designs, as well as a coffee maker and a few sweets, probably to create some
sort of home like feeling, so people could feel comfortable talking with Mrs.
Montgomery. I walked over to the couch, slowly placing myself on it, facing the
desk. I stared at the large window, that was covered by dark red, silky
curtains. She walked around the couch, taking a seat on the office chair, she
unbuttoned her blazer, unveiling her white blouse, hanging it behind her. She
smiled at me yet again, glancing over at the coffee maker, and sweets.
 "Help yourself, if you want coffee have some coffee, if you want some sweets
have some sweets, if you want to take off your shoes and relax or something, do
whatever makes you feel comfortable...I am not here to pass judgement on how
you want to relax or anything, and this is an open place, with a closed door
policy, so anything that is said in here will not be said to anyone else, we
clear?" She explained, with a hint of friendliness in her voice. I nodded,
glancing over at the coffee pot, the strong scent of the beans dancing through
my nostrils She traced my gaze to the coffee pot, a small smile on her face. 
 "I'll grab you a cup." She pushed away from the desk, and pulled out a mug
from the drawer, getting up from the office chair. She had a little bit of a
limp in her walk, a possibility that she was injured or something.Her hands
shook as she took the pot out from under the machine, pouring the dark brown
liquid into the blue cup, with a rainbow plastered on it.
 "How do you take it?" I glanced over at her, and shook my head, indicating
that I didn't take anything in it. She frowned, and walked back over to me,
placing the cup on the desk in front of my eyes. I blinked a few times, and
slowly reached out for the mug, wrapping my hand around the handle.
 "How about we get to know each other a little bit?" She suggested, leaning
back in her chair as I brought the cup to my mouth, almost slurping back the
scorching hot liquid, letting it race down my throat.
 "I'm Lusitania...Or Lucy for short. I don't like being called by my last name,
it's too formal, so please call me that. Um...Hmm, I'm fifty four years old, I
have two children, and I'm a grandmother...What else could I tell you?" She
questioned herself, racking her brain for some more facts about her. I slurped
the coffee again, keeping my eyes on glued to her, as she leaned back in her
seat, and smiled directly at me. 
 "I guess I could say I'm good at making coffee as well?" She asked, raising
her eyebrows at me. I couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on my lips,
as I nodded. She frowned yet again, bringing out a note pad, and a red pen,
sliding it over to me. I stared at the bright yellow pages, the blue lines
standing out to me, calling me to write on them. I glanced up at her, as she
motioned to the note pad.
 "Come on, at least write...If we are going to be together for an hour, the
least you can do is write about yourself, so I know some things about you." Her
eyes pleading with me. I placed the mug down on the desk, and leaned forward,
lifting the red pen in my left hand, resting it on my ring finger. I pulled the
notepad to me, and began to write out some facts that came to me. Once I was
finished scrawling as many things as I could, I slid the paper back to her. She
pushed up her glasses, her eyes scanning over my writing, a smile appearing on
her face.
 "You like to paint and write poetry? That seems like fun...What do you like to
paint or write about?" She asked, sliding the notepad back to me, I wrote
ANYTHING,handing it back to her. She chuckled lightly at this, her eyes darting
up to the other things I wrote. 
 "Your home life isn't so good I see...What's wrong with it?" Her voice asked
gently, slowly holding the notepad out to me. I reluctantly grabbed it out of
her hands, and began writing. It took me a few minutes to do this, and by the
end of it I had a whole page full of the situation. I let out a small sigh,
handing it over to her. I lifted my mug, and took a sip, moving away from the
large oak desk. She frowned, glancing up at me from time to time. 
 "I'm sorry about your mother...That must've been very hard for you. Your
father on the other hand needs to get over himself and begin caring about you
again...Is that why you haven't told him about what happened that night?" I
nodded, taking another sip of the coffee. 
 "Is Till someone that you have made this connection with?" I looked up at her,
not really understanding the question. Was she insinuating that I looked up to
him as a father figure?I guess she caught on to my confusion and rephrased the
question.
 "I meant...Is Till someone that you can talk to? Is he your secret keeper?"
She joked slightly, with a hint of seriousness lacing every word that fell from
her mouth. I grabbed the notepad again, and wrote an answer, sliding it to her.
 "So...He is...But he isn't. Why haven't you been talking to him lately?" She
pressed, her eyebrows furrowing a little bit. I hesitated before writing down
my answer, choosing my words carefully. I bit my lip, almost drawing blood
because of how nervous I was to give her the complete and honest truth. I
handed her the notepad, and hunched over, bowing my head in embarrassment and
shame.
 "You don't feel like you have your voice anymore, like everything has been
taken away from you. You think that if you start talking to Till, he will be
taken away from you because nothing good lasts forever...I know Till very well,
and I can assure you that he is doing everything in his power to help you. He
will not be taken away from you, so don't shut him out like this...He wouldn't
have made this appointment for you if he didn't care." She replied honestly. I
raised my head, making eye contact with her. She had a small comforting smile
on her face. An expression only a mother would give to her children. I grabbed
the notepad again, scratching a reply into the paper. I handed it back to her.
 "You think that because you were raped he is treating you differently?
Velouria...You're making up excuses to push him away...He doesn't give up that
easily." I closed my eyes tightly, hearing the inevitable words that I couldn't
ignore. I took in a deep breath, slowly releasing it.
 "I...I can't look at him without feeling the guilt that I put on him." I
croaked, admitting slight defeat by talking to her. She handed me a tissue. 
 "Tell me what kind of guilt you think you put on him?" She prodded a little,
looking for an answer. I averted my gaze, letting out a sigh.
 "I think he blames himself for what happened...Because he was so jealous of
Richard and he acted that way around me. When I said to him I was scared that I
was going to be a bother to him if I called and asked for him to come pick me
up and decided to walk, I think he began to blame himself for what happened to
me that night." I explained softly, the sentence almost being inaudible. 
 "And who is Richard?" She asked curiously. I took another small sip of the
coffee, pushing my hair out of my face. 
 "He's my boyfriend." I grumbled, my mind going back to a couple of days after
he visited me. He was constantly asking how my head was, and every time I
wanted to tell him the real truth about what happened he would end up changing
the subject, or try kissing me. I would give him a light peck then pull away
quickly, not even wanting to kiss him at all in the first place. It was mostly
because I felt like a disgusting and violated human being, like I wasn't able
to get that man out of me. Richard seemed a little bothered by this, but didn't
think anything of it after I lied and said that I was on my period. A
relationship full of lies. 
 "And Till is jealous of him because...?" She raised her eyebrows, egging me to
go on. I shrugged.
 "He thinks that Richard would use me for sex." I murmured under my breath, my
face turning red immediately at my mentioning of the horrid word. Lucy squinted
slightly.
 "There's more than meets the eye Velouria...Think hard...Jealousy usually
happens when someone has a specific feeling for another person..." I shook my
head at her insinuation.
 "He doesn't like me in that way..." I shot back instantly. She leaned back in
her chair, letting out a long sigh. 
 "Or maybe he is just too afraid to tell you his real feelings. You are dating
this guy Richard, and he probably doesn't want to get in the way of your
happiness, that's probably the reason he hasn't said anything to you. It is
also the fact that you are now recovering from a very very traumatic
experience, and he probably feels like it's the wrong time to say anything."
She theorized. Her thoughts made me think about every time I would mention
Richard in a conversation to him. His eyes would look away from me, his fists
would clench around anything he was holding, sometimes I could even see him
bite his lip, like he was holding something back...But it couldn't have been
what she was talking about. Till can't like me in that way. 
 "Maybe you should think about talking with him when you are ready..." She
suggested. I began scratching my arm, the claw marks reopening with every
scrape I did down my arm. 
 "I don't think that's a good idea..." I muttered, scratching a little harder,
feeling a light flow of blood go down my arm, being soaked up by my black sweat
shirt. 
 "Why not?" She pressed. I glanced up at her, a little angry at all these
questions that she was asking me,
 "Because it isn't a good idea. Till is a hard person to read, and his feelings
are always behind huge iron curtains. Even if I did speak to him about it, he
will never admit that he has feelings for me." I proclaimed. Lucy slowly raised
an eyebrow at me.
 "Do youhave feelings for Till?" She asked. I blushed rapidly.
 "No." I spat, instantly regretting how quick I said it. She sighed, quickly
scribbling something down into her notes like she was keeping some sort of file
on me, she probably was actually.
 "Listen...You are a teenager...And you've just experienced something very
traumatic. Maybe you are just confused, and scared about what the future might
hold for you...So I'll give you time to think about these thoughts, and
feelings that you might possibly have. When we meet next week, I hope we can
talk more about this, and possibly about that night of the rape..." I closed my
eyes tightly, giving my arm one last scratch before pulling my hand out from my
sleeve, wiping my nails off on the fabric. 
 "Yeah...Sure." I muttered, looking over at the clock behind her. It was
already five, yet it felt like I had only been in here for ten, maybe even
fifteen minutes.I got up from the seat, as she escorted me out of the office. 
 "Please stay safe Velouria...And please...Try to let Till help...He is trying
to be there for you." She informed, I gave her a small, cold, and distant nod,
walking away from her, without even saying a goodbye. I took the stairs down to
the lobby, rushing out into the cloudy parking lot, noticing Till's car
immediately. I walked over to it, walking by the windshield so he saw me before
I got into the passenger seat. 
 "How was it?" He asked, mildly concerned. I buckled in my seatbelt and gave a
shrug. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him frown like he was
disappointed that I still wasn't speaking. I looked over at him catching his
stare. He quickly tore it off my eyes, putting the car into drive quickly,
pressing his foot on the gas. We exited the parking lot, and began the long
drive home, getting onto the jam-packed highway. Till turned up some music, a
mixtape of his favourite songs flowing through the slightly crappy speakers of
his car, something that filled the silence at least. I leaned my head against
the window, staring out at the gloomy sky, a sort of comfort being brought over
me. The weather was in touch with my feelings, and I enjoyed that. Till cleared
his throat.
 "Do you want to come over and watch some movies or something?" He suggested
softly under his breath. I looked over at him, maybe it'll be good for you. You
do need a break from your father, he has been on vacation all week.I nodded a
little bit, seeing that he acknowledged it before stopping. The rest of the car
ride the only thing that I could think about was what Lucy said about Till
liking me, or possibly having feelings for me. Maybe I was blind, or in denial,
or maybe I was a mixture of both, because I know my feelings for Till, and I
also know my feelings for Richard. I like Till more because he shows
compassion, and shows that he cares. He has this overbearing protective side
but is also shy at times, and I enjoy everything about him. He isn't trying to
force any sort of feelings on me because he's too afraid to do that, so I know
that it would be up to me to say something, which was good, cause that gives me
time to figure myself out and get a grasp on my own feelings. It also gives me
time to recover and try to get over this heavy bout of depression and anxiety.
I can only hope that it goes away soon. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Very short chapter, more of a filler. Next chapter will be quite
     long. You have been warned. Hope you enjoyed, and I would love to
     hear your theories on where this is going to go. See you guys in the
     next update.
***** I love you but I'm lost *****
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 Till and I sat on the couch, the both of us wrapped up in separate blankets,
watching a made for TV movie in silence, with Till occasionally asking if I was
okay or not. I would nod even when I wasn't feeling okay, I just didn't want
him to be concerned. Once in a while I would look over at Till, my brain still
thinking about the situation that I spoke to Lucy about, every single outcome
being seen from the distance. What if her assumptions were wrong and Till
didn't like me in that way...Then the friendship would probably be destroyed.I
kept my eyes glued to the television, completely tuning out the characters that
were speaking. I have to also think about Richard, I have to take into account
his feelings, he is my boyfriend after all. I can't just break up with him if
Till has feelings for me.I took another glance at Till. I'm also freaked out,
and scared to talk to him about it. I'm afraid that after we express what we
truly feel he will be expecting something more than just a kiss...Sure he might
be shy and everything, but what if he tries to take advantage of me. Come
on...I don't think he would ever do that Velouria. Snap out of it and speak to
him, set boundaries if you're that scared.I kept my eyes on Till, letting them
linger on his face, he glanced over at me, raising his eyebrows.
 "Is there something on my face?" He asked, turning red immediately, his hand
shooting up to his cheek. I shook my head, moving a little closer to him, since
there was plenty of space between us. He noticed this, his eyes scanning over
me, continuing to shuffle towards him, until I reached his arm. I lifted it,
putting myself against his side, cuddling against him. He brought his muscular,
and heavy arm over me, resting it over my side, as I kept my eyes on the
television. I felt protected, like nothing could harm me, and for some unknown
reason, the position felt right in a way. I could feel his eyes on me still,
while I slid my arm across his torso, my ear tuning into his beating heart. He
took in a deep breath, his body moving up with it, as I felt him pull my
blanket up so it was covering me a little more. His scent ran through my nose,
my head leaning a little more into him. He rested his hand on my arm, his thumb
tracing over the fabric of my sweater. Suddenly I felt his hand grasp my wrist.
 "Velouria...What is this?" Immediately trying to pull my arm away from him,
realizing what he was asking about. His other hand pushed down the sweater
sleeve, revealing the dark red scratch marks that I had inflicted on myself
this past week. Instantly his mouth fell agape, his thumb tracing the rough
scars. I gave up trying to pull my arm away, already knowing that he has seen
them and there was no way of hiding them from him anymore. 
 "Vel...Why?" He asked gently, slowly moving his gaze to me, I looked up at
him, my eyes glistening with tears, realizing that I had been caught. I could
see the hurt in his eyes, seeing what I had done to myself. I shook my head.
cuddling into his side, hiding myself from the embarrassment. His fingers
continued to trace over the mangled scabs cautiously, his heart beat
accelerating from what I could hear. I felt him lift my arm up a little, a
light flow of air tracing over it, his soft lips pressing up against the mark.
I shivered at the small contact, tears sliding down my cheeks. He continued to
kiss the scratch marks, his thumb still caressing one of the marks. I sat up a
little, feeling like he wouldn't judge me. I watched him closely, his grip on
my wrist loosening
 "Please...Don't do this ever again, pain is not something that you can use to
cope with this experience...Please Vel.." He murmured beneath his breath, his
eyes still locked on the dark red scars. I brought my hand to his cheek, slowly
turning his face to me, his eyes telling me everything that I needed to know.
He was sad, angry, distressed, and it was all caused by my stupid decision. I
leaned forward, placing my forehead on his, my other hand caressing his face as
well. We kept eye contact for a few moments, before he decided to suggest
something.
 "Let's go out...I have a place that we can go to so we don't have to be cooped
up in here the whole night...If you are willing to come with me?" He asked
nervously. I dragged my thumb under his eye, his stubble pricking my fingers.
Our gazes were still connected, as I gave him a small, reluctant nod. A
comforting smile appeared on his lips, his teeth flashing a little bit. I felt
his hand move up to my neck, caressing the smooth skin, the smile slowly
disappearing as we continued to drag our fingers along each others skin. For
some reason, I forgot everything about that man, the man that I didn't even
know...The man that took something valuable from me.His mixture of blue and
green orbs stared into mine, compelling me to be lost in them forever...But if
we were going to go to the place he wanted to go to, now was the time to do it.
I pulled back a little, taking my forehead off of his, motioning to the door.
He nodded.
 "Bring the blankets. It might be a bit chilly outside." He warned. I folded
the blanket that I had draped around me, and he did as well, the both of us
walking to the front door. We slid on our shoes, and Till grabbed the keys to
his car, indicating for me to leave before he did. I made my way to the car,
hearing him lock the front door, following closely behind me. I went over to
the passenger side, waiting for him to get in and unlock my side. It wasn't
long before we began to make our way to the destination of Till's choice. I
kept my forehead on the window, watching the bright lights cross my sight,
Till's mixtape on full blast, the heavy bass rumbling through my chest. At one
point of the car ride I closed my eyes to rest up a little bit, slowly drafting
off to sleep, without realizing it. The next thing I knew I was woken up by
Till shaking my shoulder. 
 "Hey...Sleepy head we're here." His smooth voice informed gently. My eyes
fluttered open, the moon illuminating the inside of the car. I stretched out a
little bit, my vision clearing, my brain taking in the scenery. A moonlit lake
shined before me, long ropes of leaves hung from tree branches, gently framing
the sight, Till parked far enough that it left a decent amount of space between
the car and the deep blue lake that shined before us. 
 "There's a bit of a breeze, but I think we'll be okay." He grabbed the
blankets taking them out of the car with him, I unbuckled my seat belt, exiting
the passenger seat. He laid one of the covers on the grass, placing the folded
one on top of it. I looked out to the lake yet again, a small, refreshing
breeze blowing by my face. Till turned around, noticing how focused I was on
the water. My brain raced with several things, and the only thing I longed for
was relaxation. A swim might do me good.I leaned against the car, slipping off
my shoes.
 "What are you doing?" Till asked curiously, watching me slip off my socks,
stuffing them into my shoes. I untied my sweatpants letting them drop down to
the grass, as I motioned to the lake. He glanced over at it, a look of
confusion plastered on his face. His gaze traced back to me.
 "You want to go swimming? Do you know how cold that water is going to be?" I
gave him a light shrug, slipping my feet out of the sweatpants, proceeding to
take off my sweater, dropping it to the ground, letting it join the space
beside my shoes. My eyes traced over to Till, seeing him staring at my barely
clothed body. Beneath my sweater I had a dark blue, bra, nothing really
special, no specific design, mostly because I just felt like wearing something
fairly casual for once, accompanied by some loose boxer shorts, that I decided
to purchase because they were't too tight, and nor were they uncomfortable. I
didn't say anything about his spaced out staring, and walked right by him,
making a beeline to the water. I dipped my foot in first, causing shivers to
race up and down my spine, letting out an involuntary 'ooo' noise. Once I
slowly adjusted to the temperature, I walked in, letting the cool waves engulf
my whole body, all the way up to the bottom of my chin. All the weight that I
had on my body suddenly disappeared, like every thought in my mind floated
away, and seeped into the water that I was in. My mind went blank, as I held my
breath for a few moments, feeling myself go completely weightless, my body
floating up, my gaze pointing up to the night sky. I began to breathe again,
keeping myself in that lying position, my eyes observing the stars above me,
they shined so brightly around the cratered moon that for some reason it left
me in awe, like I hadn't seen the moon before.The soothing sound of the water
distracted me from everything, as I let out a long breath, closing my eyes
tightly. I stayed like that for a while, until I heard the water splash,
interrupting me from my spaced out state. I flailed around a little until my
body was beneath the water again, noticing Till was still on the blanket,
watching me closely.
 "It was a fish, don't worry." He laughed lightly at my panic stricken face. I
blushed, swimming towards Till, stopping where the water met the land. He
glanced at me, raising his eyebrows. 
 "What?" He asked, halting his laughter. I motioned for him to join me, wanting
to share the beauty with him, even though he could see the scenery from where
he was sitting. Immediately he shook his head. I frowned, staring up at him, my
eyes pleading. He continued to shake his head refusing my suggestion. I
exhaled.
 "Bitte?" I whispered dryly, averting my gaze. I waited a few seconds, before
looking back up at Till. His mouth was agape, completely caught off guard by my
voice, since he hadn't heard me speak for a week or so. 
 "Say that again? Please? Please say that again." It went from a question to a
command, which made me smirk just a little bit, since he was practically
begging to hear my voice again.
 "I said...Bitte." I forced myself to speak a little louder than before, my
throat felt like the desert, yet I still raised my voice so he could hear me.
His eyes met mine, a large smile forming on his face, he was basking in
happiness just by the few words that I said.  As I looked at him I could feel
the dark, depressing slug in my stomach growling, waiting to feed on the slight
hope that I had gained from that smile he had on his face. I watched as he
stood up from the blanket, going towards the car door, opening it so he was
covered while he took off his clothes. I sank down into the water, swimming
away from the landing, giving him some privacy. I sank down into the water,
lingering there for a few moments. I kept my eyes shut tightly, letting the
cool temperature surround me completely, until I heard a loud splash behind me
indicating that Till has joined me. I poked my head over the waterline,
spitting out some water that slipped into my mouth by accident. Till's bluish
green eyes reflected brightly from the moon light, his eyes scanning over me. I
sunk down a little, looking up at him, my face bursting with heat as my eyes
roamed over his broad shoulders, all the way back up to his gaze. I could tell
I made him nervous, and I was as well, but I couldn't focus on those feelings,
it just wasn't the right moment to do anything. I looked up at the stars yet
again, going back into the same floating position, noticing that Till joined
me. Both of us laid on the water, and in that moment there wasn't a care in the
world. My head touched his shoulder, our heads side to side, our eyes scanning
the sky. 
 "I will never understand why the world has such breath taking things, if we
are such terrible people." I murmured, glancing over at Till. I saw his lips
turn into a frown, his head turning to me as well, so we were both staring at
each other. 
 "There's only a few people that go off the track of being a nice, caring
person. Not everyone is terrible." He replies honestly, his eyes scanning over
my face. 
 "Most people are though." I croaked. He let out a heavy breath.
 "Am I most people?" He asked gently, averting his gaze, letting it face the
sky again. I kept my eyes glued to the side of his face, realizing that I
worded myself wrong. 
 "No, you aren't...You're one of the good ones Till." I whispered, Within the
moon light I could see his face turn a dark red, taking my compliment to
heart. 
 "I would never think someone would say that about me." He shared truthfully. I
moved a little closer to him.
 "They just don't see you like I do." I pointed out, He turned his head, our
faces inches apart, our noses barely touching. 
 "And how do you see me?" He asked, full of uncertainty as to what my reply
might be. I took a deep breath in, looking back up at the sky, the stars
shimmering brightly as my brain gathered it's thoughts. I chose my words
carefully, I rethought everything I was going to say, and completely agreed
upon saying it. I turned my head back to him, seeing that he didn't even break
his stare that was on me. His bright, blue green eyes stayed on mine, awaiting
the answer.
 "I see you as a caring, loving man...You're trustworthy, and you care about
everyone around you, and you sacrifice so much to protect the people you care
about...You're so kind, but people judge the harsh exterior, but I...It's a
part of you that I..." My brain paused, not being able to find the words, I was
going to say It's a part of you that I love...But my brain ceased to say that
sentence.Till's eyes were full of curiosity, like he was hanging off of every
word I was saying. The depressing slug came up, to eat away those words, taking
away all the courage I had at that moment. 
 "I think you get the point..."I murmured, stomping that curiosity that was in
Till's eyes, a little piece of my heart breaking off a little, the black slug
taking away a chance that I had to tell him my exact feelings. 
 "Yeah...I guess." He replied, a small, forced smirk appearing on his face. A
cool breeze flowed over our bodies, causing the both of us to shiver. 
 "Maybe we should go back to the car." He suggested, I nodded in agreeance,
before the both of us swam to shore. Till stepped out first, shivering like
crazy, as he used the blanket as a makeshift towel, handing me the extra one
that we had, once I stepped out of the water of course. I wrapped myself up in
it, cuddling into the warmth of the soft, silky blanket, as it soaked up all
the water droplets the dripped down my body. Till picked up my clothes, as the
both of us got into the front seats of the car. He let out a small, shaky sigh,
as he closed the door and put the keys into the ignition, not turning the
engine on, but having it in an idling mode, where we were able to have the
radio on, and also have access to the heater. Till turned it all the way up,
the warm air engulfing the space that we sat in. I watched him closely, while
he changed the radio, tuning it to a soft rock channel. My ears tuning into the
familiar sound of The Pixies. 
 "What a weird coincidence, they're playing a song named after you." He joked
awkwardly. A small smirk coming up on my face. Till stared at me, his eyes
glancing down at my lips, then back to my eyes. I kind of ignored this, trying
to warm up a little more before I made any brash decisions. I moved my foot up
and down to the beat of the song.
 "Your parents really were ahead of their time." He added, I let out a small
chuckle.
 "You're right about that." Till didn't reply with anything, so the car began
to fill with silence, the black slug creeping back up, like it was about to
drop a sledgehammer on me, and foil all the possibilities I had to tell him
about what I really wanted to say. 
 "Till..." I murmured, forcing myself to push the black slug down, back behind
my heart. He glanced over at me, as I motioned for him to come a little closer.
He did what I said, our faces inches apart. My heart was beating out of my
chest, my nerves wrecking me in so many ways.
 "Yeah?" He breathed, I could sense how nervous he was as well, since he is
naturally shy. I took in a deep breath...
 Time to take a huge step. Don't fuck this up Velouria. Don't fuck it up. 
Chapter End Notes
     Cliffhanger. Sorry for the short chapter yet again, but the next one
     will be long, I changed the plan a little bit, so I hope you guys
     don't mind. You guys are awesome, and I would love to hear your
     thoughts about what is going to happen in the next chapter. Till next
     time <3
***** Up All Night *****
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 The black slug immediately came back up, eating away all the courage I had
just moments before. I let out a shaky sigh and lifted my hand up, swiping a
nonexistent fluff off from under his eye. He blinked a few times, shocked by
the sudden action.
 "You just had a fluff." I murmured, pulling back. He blushed even harder,
letting out a small 'oh' in the process. I'm disappointed with myself. I
could've done it. Fuck sake. 
 "I'm...Going to put my clothes back on." I informed, holding the blanket
against myself as I exited the car and got into the back, unhooking my soaked
bra, taking it off my shoulders so it wouldn't wet the shirt that I was going
to wear. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing Till take his gaze off of the
review mirror. He was watching me.I took my eyes off of him, reaching over to
my pile of clothes, pulling my sweater over my damp hair, sticking my arms
through the holes. I yanked it down over my knees, not wanting to put my pants
on again, judging by the fact that it would be severely uncomfortable, dry on
wet clothing is not the best thing in the world.I glanced over at the review
mirror seeing Till looking out the windshield at the lake, a glimmer of sadness
sparkling through them. I frowned. Velouria you fucking idiot.I got out of the
car, returning to the passenger seat. 
 "Are we going back to your house?" His expression softened a little bit,
changing from the sad, depressed state, to calm and neutral. He only gave me a
nod in reply. You've fucked shit up Velouria. You could've kissed him, and
everything would have been fine. He wouldn't be acting this way. But what about
Richard? He's my fucking boyfriend. Unless there is a pass for me to be able to
kiss Till, I would be cheating on him. Which is wrong!I rubbed my forehead, the
internal battle between what I want and my conscience ensuing. The black slug
growled, hungry for my emotions that were somewhat positive. What if i kissed
him and he didn't like it? The friendship would've been ruined. He looks at you
with pity, he would probably kiss back because he would feel bad if he rejected
you.The thoughts ran through my mind, clouding what little confidence I had,
exterminating it with the deep dark liquid of terror, sadness, and
hopelessness. We began to drive back to Till's, which felt like it would last
forever because of the silence that filled the car. It was like it was drowning
the both of us, and the music was the life boat that was saving us from going
crazy. No words were exchanged, as the car pulled up into the driveway. Till
put the car in park, and took the keys out of the ignition, wrapping the damp
blanket around him a little tighter. He and I stepped out of the car, and as I
made my way to the front door, he gathered the remaining clothes that were in
the back seat, and threw me the keys to the house. I stepped in holding the
door open for him, before I made my way to his room. 
 "I'm going to go shower...Just call me if you need anything." He informed
tiredly, walking by his bedroom to the bathroom. I glanced over at my backpack,
remembering that I had my torn up notebook in it. My father found it last night
and gave me a lecture about my writing, saying that nobody would ever want to
read the poems that I wrote, nor would anyone like them, then he proceeded to
rip every single page into shreds. I felt like if I showed Till he would
probably not care, and say that I could just write new ones. I sighed, hearing
the shower turn on, a light knock echoing from the front door. I took out a
pair of Till's sweatpants before making my way out of his bedroom. Another
round of rapid knocking caused me to rush towards the sound, tying the white
strings together so they were tight around my waist. I pushed some
unmanageable strands of hair out of my face, before answering the door, seeing
Richard leaning against the frame, a cigarette between his lips. 
 "Oh, Frau. I wasn't expecting you to be here." He said, caught off guard by my
presence. I shrugged, a small innocent smirk coming up onto my lips, my cheeks
heating up a little bit.
 "Well...I'm here. Till picked me up from school today so I just decided to
hang around here tonight." I informed, watching him take a deep drag from his
cigarette, blowing the thick white smoke into my direction. The scent of
nicotine burning my nostrils. 
 "You know...We haven't been out in a while, you've been cancelling a lot. I
was kind of hoping that Till would know what was going on with you, but it's
great that you're here...So we can actually talk instead of having the big
friendly giant as our conversation runner." I nodded reluctantly, not really
sure if I wanted to speak with Richard. In my own head I knew that I didn't
want to talk with him because of everything that has happened tonight, but I
know for certain that if I said no Richard would probably be really bothered by
that. I don't want to make it seem like something is going on between Till and
I, even though the feelings are existent and present in my thoughts and heart.
I stepped out onto the front porch, walking over to the small coffee table, and
wooden chairs that Till had put on it. I had only seen him use this once, so it
looked fairly new.Richard had followed me, taking a seat beside me, my ears
listening to the chair squeal beneath his weight, as he leaned back. He took
another long drag his eyes closing, as if he was swimming in the warmth of the
smoke filling his lungs.
 "So...What do you want to talk about?" I asked, faking my curiosity as well as
I possibly could, just so I made it seem like I was interested in what he had
to say. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping the ashes off the
end, my eyes watching closely as they fell to the ground, the sharp scent of
the smoke hitting my nostrils yet again.
 "I was thinking that...Maybe you should start reserving some alone time with
me...Y'know. I'm a twenty six year old man..." I raised my eyebrows. 
 "And I'm seventeen, what's your point?" I murmured, averting my gaze. I knew
exactly what he meant.He sighed, my eyes darting over to him, watching him lean
forward a little. 
 "Vel...You know exactly what I mean...I want to be intimate with you, I know
making out in the back of a car is fun for you I guess...But I have needs."
Needs? What if I don't share the same 'needs'.I sat back, keeping my eyes glued
to him as he took a deep inhale, letting the smoke out as he spoke "I also
think that Till is to blame for our lack of intimacy." He didn't say this too
loud, but I was still able to hear it.
 "Did you just blame Till for our lack of intimacy?" My eyebrows scrunching
together in confusion. He shrugged.
 "I mean you're always attached to his fucking hip Vel...And don't shoot that
glare at me when you know I'm right." He said pointing at me accusingly.
 "It's because he's my friend Richard. Am I not allowed to have friends?" I
scoffed, feeling as if he was either onto me, and my feelings towards Till, or
he was just trying to be a purposeful dick. "What if I told you that you
couldn't be friends with a girl who was as close to you as I am to Till?" I
shot back.
 "I would respect your decision, because you're my girlfriend." He replied,
filling up with anger that was piping through his veins.
 "Girlfriend or not. I'm allowed to have guy friends, it's not always about
you." I stood up, dusting the back of the sweatpants off, before making my way
to the front door "It's best that you go now. You can come back when you're not
being an overthinking dumb ass." I advised, opening up the glass screen covered
door, entering Till's house, slamming it closed as soon as I stepped in. I let
out a loud 'UGH' from the frustration that was built up in a ball within my
stomach. I didn't hear the water from the shower running so I assumed that Till
was out of the bathroom, which gave me the chance to wash up quickly before
turning in for bed, since I was pretty exhausted.I closed the door, rinsing my
face off, rubbing some face wash onto my cheeks, watching the white foam cover
my pale cheeks. I couldn't believe that Richard would say that shit to
me...It's like he has no sort of trust towards me.I rinsed the soap off, drying
my face with a dark blue towel, making my way back to Till's room. I gave a
light knock.
 "Komm herein." He replied, his voice echoing through the room. I turned the
door knob pushing it open, peeking in before entering, noticing Till sitting at
his desk, his back turned away from me. I stepped in, closing the door behind
me, stepping closer to him.
 "What are you doing?" I asked quietly, tip toeing towards him. He peered over
his shoulder, moving back slightly to make eye contact with me.
 "I guess when you were rushing to answer the door your bag dropped in the
process. I noticed that all these scraps of paper were on the ground, and then
I saw your writing...So I was starting to put some of the pieces together." He
replied, sounding embarrassed, like he was caught murdering someone. I raised
my eyebrows, caught off guard by his response, and not having any words to
reply with I had to see it for my own eyes. I got closer, noticing my notebook
in shards, scattered over the desk like puzzle pieces, some of the scraps
already taped together. 
 "I know how much they mean to you..." He added. I could feel his eyes on me,
as I stared absentmindedly at the half-finished paper in front of me. 
 "You can pull up a chair and help if you want. You're the one that wrote these
so it would be good to have someone that knows how the poems flow." He offered.
I nodded, grabbing a one of the chairs that was on the side of the desk,
placing my seat beside his, as he continued to sort through the scraps of
paper. I brought my knees up to my chest, letting a small sigh escape my lips,
picking up a small piece of blue lined paper. 
 "I couldn't help but overhear you and Richard arguing...Is there some sort of
trouble in paradise?" He asked, avoiding my gaze, sorting through his own
little pile. I shrugged.
 "I guess...He's just being a little too overprotective." I replied, picking up
a piece from his pile my eyes glancing over it before placing the both of the
scraps together. 
 "How?" He pressed, the sound of his voice going into concern mode. 
 "I don't know...He's just saying that you're getting in the way of our
intimacy...Which is false." I looked over at him, seeing his cheeks go a deep
red. 
 "Do you think I am?" He asked beneath his breath, catching me off guard a
little.
 "No! Of course not! I just don't want to be involved with him in that way
yet...Y'know? I'm still emotionally recovering from what happened to me. I'm
going to be scarred for life because of that man, and it will never go away.
Yet Richard has no patience with me." I explained, cutting myself a piece of
tape, connecting a third and forth scrap together.
 "Maybe if you told him what happened he wouldn't put so much pressure on you."
He replied, glancing over at me quickly, before going back to what he was
doing.
 "I feel that he won't have a good reaction to that news...He might break up
with me for that reason..." I hypothesized, looking at the word 'tear' on the
piece of paper that I had just connected together.
 "I have no idea why, you're an amazing person, and it doesn't give him the
right to just leave you because you got raped. If he does well...Its his
fucking loss then." He seemed like he was getting worked up all of the sudden,
finding something to occupy his white knuckled hands.
 "...Than-" Till began talking over me.
 "If I was him I would never leave you...You're a keeper. You're a kind
hearted, and strong willed individual, and you're independent. I would love to
have someone like you. Richard's just so fuc-." I placed my hand over his
mouth, a dark red color flushing across my face from his underlying
compliments. A faint smile appearing on my face, his eyes meeting mine. 
 "Thank you." I replied softly, slowly sliding my hand off his mouth, the
warmth of his breath leaving my palm. His gaze leaving mine going back to the
scraps of paper, continuing to place them back together. I wrapped one arm
around my legs, feeling a lightning bolt of confidence rushing through me. I
took a deep breath, contemplating every thing, weighing the options, before
adding "And I...I wish I had someone like you as well." 
Chapter End Notes
     Hello! I'm so so so so soooo sorry for the long wait! It's been so
     long! I hit a writer's block on this story for a while. I just
     couldn't push myself to finish this chapter! But! I have cleared all
     my stresses and now I can focus on this story again! I hope you guys
     enjoyed, and as usual, I would love to hear some thoughts and
     feedback.
***** New York *****
Chapter Notes
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 Immediately after I told him this, Till froze in his spot, his eyes tracing
over to me, his face sporting a look of shock, like he was taken aback by what
I said.
 "Why can't you?" His voice was shaky yet stern when asking this question. His
eyes raced over my expression, the bluish-green orbs burning into my face. I
sat there dumbfounded, not being able to answer the question truthfully. I
raked my mind, trying to find some sort of concrete answer, so I didn't have to
admit to him the feeling that I had been harbouring for him. We connected our
gazes, the both of us sitting there in silence, his mouth dropping open a
little bit as if he read my thoughts. I slowly slid my arm off from around my
legs, shifting so my knees were now on the chair. 
 "I can't because I made a huge mistake in choosing Richard...Now I need to pay
for it." I murmured, averting my gaze, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hide
my feelings from him any longer. Suddenly I felt his rough, workers hands brush
over my cheek, grabbing my attention. A small smile, a smile that I could only
describe as being full of relief, was drawn across his lips, my body shivering
at his fingers resting on the back of my neck. 
 "It was stupid of me for not telling you my true feelings from the start, so
if anyone is going to have to pay for their mistakes...It's me." He whispered,
his thumb dragging under my eye, my cheeks heating up from the contact.
 "Does this mean...We have mutual feelings for each other?" I asked quietly,
looking back up into his eyes. He smirked giving a slight nod. It felt like a
huge weight was lifted off my heart, replaced by a large wave of confidence
that crashed over me, the black slug almost feeling non-existent. I placed my
hands on him, slowly taking them off my cheeks, the smirk disappearing from his
lips, sadness flashing across his eyes. I let out a small sigh, thinking about
Richard, the image of how angry he would probably be if he ever found out about
my feelings for him. The only solution would be to keep it a secret for as long
as we possibly can or break up with Richard before I start up something with
Till. In all honesty though...Richard won't find out about one small kiss. He
does suspect something is going on between you guys.Yet he won't find out for
sure...Unless he hooks me up to a fucking lie detector test.I shook myself out
of my thoughts, going back to the situation at hand.
 "Oh fuck it." I muttered, throwing all the consequences of the situation out
the window. I took his face into my hands, pulling him forward gently, my eyes
closing just before my lips met his. He let out a long sigh, his arms wrapping
around my torso, his large hands splaying against my back. I slid my hands down
his cheeks, the stubble prickling my fingertips, sliding my arm around his
neck. My body craved to be closer to him, to make the moment last as long as I
could before I was brought back to reality. I slowly separated my lips, letting
his tongue roam my mouth as my fingers entangled in his damp hair. He let out a
small huff, pulling back to catch our breaths, both of us opening our eyes to
look at each other. The both of us smiled wildly at each other. 
 "God, you don't know how long I've been waiting to kiss you." He whispered,
his hand running up and down my back slowly, as I brought my fingertips back to
his cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating off of them, my head bobbing up and
down in agreeance. I wanted more. I needed more. I leaned forward again, taking
his lips between mine, pressing my body against his, annoyed by the arm of the
chair. I guess he realized this, as he slid his arm down me, scooping me up
into his muscular arms, placing me on his lap, so I was now straddling his
waist. I took my hands off from his neck dragging them down to his biceps,
resting them on his tense muscles. I could've sat there forever.He wrapped his
arms around me, pressing me against him even harder so we were crushed
together. Our hearts beating in sync together. I felt his hands slowly slide up
my shirt, his calloused fingers running up and down the small of my back. I
breathed out heavily, tightening my grip on his bicep, a small moan escaping my
lips. He pulled back slightly, his eyes looking up into mine. I dragged my
thumb over his cheek, a look of confusion on my face, saddened by the abrupt
stop.  
 "We need to put this on hold...I don't want you to regret anything, and I
don't want you to feel pressured." He whispered, a hint of concern lacing his
voice, yet his hand still rested on my back, drawing small circles with the
rough tips of his warm fingers. I frowned a little bit, but had to agree,
knowing that if we got going we wouldn't be able to stop ourselves, all the
built-up sexual tension would probably be the cause of that, which would only
cause more guilt than I already have. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around
me, aiding me in getting off of him. I couldn't help but feel satisfied with
myself, though there was this impending nervousness regarding Richard that was
slowly eating away at that feeling, knowing that I would have to break up with
him soon.
 "I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight just so we can assure ourselves that
nothing will happen." He explained, standing up from the seat, his height
towering over me, casting a shadow over my skin.
 "Yeah...I guess that's a good idea." I replied, looking at the pieces of paper
scattered around the desk. I felt his hand tilt my head up, his lips placing a
chaste kiss on my forehead, my eyes closing at the gentle contact.
 "See you in the morning." I nodded, watching him exit the room, and close the
door behind him. I squealed hopping up and down before throwing myself onto his
bed, the covers engulfing me. I haven't felt this happy in so long.I turned
over, and slid under the heavy blankets, wanting to fall asleep as soon as
possible so the next morning could come quicker. 
 The loud noise of Gun's and Roses November Rain woke me up the next morning,
the bright sun bursting through the curtains of Till's room. I let out a small
sigh, lifting myself up off the bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I pushed
my hair out of my face before standing up and making my way out of the bedroom,
the scent of pancakes filling my nose, the sound of sizzling echoing throughout
the house. I entered the kitchen, my eyes landing on Till, who was throwing a
pancake up into the air, swiftly catching it in the pan. He smiled to himself,
his gaze connecting with mine.
 "Morning." He greeted, a light blush appearing on his face. I smirked, walking
over to the island, grabbing his cup of water.
 "Morning," I replied, taking a sip and immediately regretting it. I spat the
sparkling water back into the cup, cringing a little. "Gross...How do you like
that stuff?" I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, Till released a
deep laugh, placing the pancake on the plate, seeing the mountainous pile
beside him. He placed the pan into the sink and proceeded to walk over to me,
picking the glass up, raising it to his lips. My jaw dropped, watching him take
a large gulp of the bubbly liquid, his eyes glued to me as he did so. He placed
the glass back down on the island, his hand wiping off his lips.
 "Till...I spat the water back into that cup." I informed, pointing at it. He
shrugged.
 "I recall last night that you had your tongue in my mouth...So drinking the
water that was in your mouth doesn't make a difference." He joked, taking
another sip of the water, smirking at my semi-shocked and embarrassed face. He
placed the cup back on the island, putting the plate of pancakes down between
the both of us. 
 "...Actually, it was your tongue in my mouth." I shot back, a smirk plastered
on my lips. He rolled his eyes, picking a pancake up from the pile, taking a
bite.
 "Makes no difference." He replied. A gap of silence slowly fell upon us, my
hand grabbing one of the pancakes, taking a bite of the fluffy mass, keeping my
eyes glued to his. 
 "...Are you seeing Richard today?" Till questioned quietly. I shrugged,
looking down at the pancake.
 "I guess...It is a Saturday after all." He nodded. I peeked up at him,
noticing that he had averted his gaze so he wasn't looking at me anymore. "But
I'm gonna do it tonight." I informed. His eyes immediately shooting back up to
mine.
 "What are you going to do?" He probed, I raised my eyebrows, taking a small
bite of the pancake.
 "I'm going to right the wrong I made...I don't want to cheat on him, even
though that kiss does count...I would rather be honest, and just do it now,
instead of waiting until I'm full of guilt." I explained. He looked back down,
avoiding my eyes.
 "Yeah...I guess." I sighed, reaching over the island to caress his cheek. 
 "Hey...I've wanted to do this for a while Till. So don't feel guilty okay?"
His eyes glanced up at me, the pupils dilated as they stared into mine. A small
nod giving me all the reassurance I needed. 
 "Good...Now. Can you give me a ride home? It's laundry day." He let out a soft
laugh, and nodded, taking my hand off his cheek, giving it a gentle kiss,
before standing up straight, motioning for me to take another pancake as he
walked by me, taking his keys off the hook. I followed him out of the house,
entering the passenger side, buckling in my seat belt quickly, immediately
going back to eating the pancakes. Till stepped in, the weight of the car
shifting slightly as he put the keys in the ignition, and backed out of the
driveway. The drive wasn't too long, since there was never any heavy traffic in
this area, and we made it in record time. I saw my dad's car parked in the
driveway, which was something out of the ordinary, and caused a pit to form in
my stomach. I didn't show any nervousness in front of Till, but after he gave
me a small kiss on my cheek, and I exited the car I could feel my palms begin
to sweat. I took my key out of the backpack that I had left in the car last
night and made my way to the door, unlocking it as fast as I could, entering
the house immediately.
 "Dad?" I called out full of fear that I might not get an answer.
 "In here Vel!" He replied back, his voice coming from the kitchen. He sounded
fairly happy, which was something that was really out of the ordinary,
especially for my father...This was worse than him being home on a Saturday
morning.I walked into the kitchen, seeing that he had prepared a breakfast for
two; eggs, bacon, toast, you name it and it was there. I looked over at him,
completely and utterly confused. He hadn't done this since my mother passed
away. What the hell has gotten into him?He smiled brightly, giving me a small
kiss on my forehead, before going over to the coffee maker.
 "...Um...What's this all about?" I asked, dropping my bag on the ground beside
the counter while I made my way to the table. He looked over his shoulder, a
large smile plastered on his face. 
 "What? I can't make breakfast for my lovely daughter?" He sang I raised my
eyebrows, bending down to pick up Felix, cradling him in my arms like some sort
of baby. 
 "I mean...This just doesn't seem like you...Being home on a Saturday morning
and stuff, you haven't done this since..." My voice trailed off, knowing that
he knew what I was referring to. He let out a small sigh.
 "Well...Oh what the heck. I'll just be honest with you! I've got amazing, and
huge news." He exclaimed, turning around, his dark brown eyes focusing on me. I
nodded, proceeding for him to continue. He took his dishcloth off his shoulder,
wiping his hands off.
 "I got a new job offer." Didn't seem that big of a deal. He had gotten these
all the time.I raised my eyebrows a little.
 "You always get these though...What makes this one any different?" I
questioned, scratching Felix's neck, feeling him purr against my chest. My
father smiled.
 "This one is different because it's in New York City! We're moving in a
month!" He exclaimed, causing my jaw, and the cat to drop to the ground. This
was definitely not a good type of shocked...This is bad. Really bad. 
Chapter End Notes
     Heyyyyy. Another short chapter, but I just wanted to get something
     out before the end of the year! If I do not update tomorrow I just
     want to wish all of you a very happy new year! Please stay safe and
     have fun! Also! Merry late late late Christmas. I hope you guys
     enjoyed the chapter, I'll update soon. :) :) (ALSO! It's the moment
     yall have been waiting for...Hope it paid off slightly)
***** A little chit chat *****
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 “What?!” I exclaimed, out of shock, sure I was happy for him, I think he had
been waiting for a job like this for a while, but I can’t just drop everything
and leave. My fathers' happy expression fell immediately, turning into a
disappointed look.
 “Velouria…There’s no other choice. This job is a huge opportunity for me…I
need you to support me for once.” I raised my eyebrows at him.
 “Support you for once? You haven’t shown me any support for my things, why
should I give you any? Support is a two-way street, just like respect, and
everything else that exists in this world. I can’t even remember the last time
you gave me a hug, told me you loved me or showed any sort of interest in my
life, so why should I change my entire plans for you?” I kept my voice low
enough so I wasn’t yelling at him, but it was loud enough for him to hear the
anger in my voice. He averted his gaze, letting out a small sigh. I leaned
against the wall behind me, crossing my arms over my chest, waiting for him to
answer. He finally looked back up at me, pushing his salt and pepper
coloured hair out of his face. 
 “You’re the only family I have left Velouria…You are my blood daughter, and
whether you like it or not you’re coming with me to New York…I’ve already lost
your mother, and I don’t want to lose you…” He always has to say that. I closed
my eyes, taking a deep breath, before replying to him, so I could get my
thoughts in line.
 “Dad…I have a life here. I have people that I care about here. I have a school
here. I have friends here. In a couple of months, I will be a legal adult, and
my life will not be under your foot…So why am I going to leave if I’m going to
just come back here.” I informed him, motioning to the house. 
 "You can have all of those things in New York, you can even have a better life
than that...Please...You can't do this to me Vel." He sounded so desperate, and
I completely understood where he was coming from. I really was the only person
that he had left, and it killed me that deep down inside he was right...I
couldn't leave him.I bit my lower lip and let out a small sigh, raking my
fingers through my hair out of complete frustration.
 "I just need time to think about this..." I confessed, quickly making my way
out of the kitchen, towards my bedroom. I pushed open the door, grabbing a
change of clothes, shoving them into my backpack, before leaving the house
through my window. I don't understand why I need to change my life for him. I
have to adapt all the time to him.I walked towards the local coffee shop,
noticing Christoph and Oliver outside on the patio.
 "Hey! Velouria! Long time no see." Christoph exclaimed, a large smile on his
face. Oliver turned around and looked at me, his eyes scanning me briefly. The
last time I saw him was the night I went to the hospital.I gave a small nod,
and waved at the both of them, walking over to the table that they were seated
at.
 "What's going on? You look a little down." He added his face falling a little.
I shrugged, putting my backpack on the black metal chair.
 "I'll explain after I grab a bagel and coffee." They both nodded, both
reassuring me to take my time. I gave a small smile and walked away from them
entering the coffee shop, getting into line. I placed my order, and moved off
to the side, waiting for my coffee and cheese bagel. My stomach growled, and my
brain was replying my father's words in my head. All those things he said about
me being the only family he had, me not being able to do this to him. I just
hated that he was right, I hated that in my own head I would never be able to
live with the guilt if I did choose to leave him. 
 "Cheese bagel and black coffee." I raised my hand, taking the wrapped food and
hot cup into my hands, going back outside, joining Christoph and Oliver again,
taking a seat at the table. 
 "So...What's going on?" I took a sip of my coffee, letting the bitter liquid
burn my tongue. I placed the large paper cup back down onto the metal table,
letting out a small sigh. 
 "Till dropped me off at my house this morning, and my dad was home. It's a
rare thing that he is home on a Saturday, so I was pretty scared. When I got
into the house though he was cooking a huge breakfast, and said that he had
some big news. To me it didn't seem like a big deal, he said to me that he got
a job offer. Which I thought was amazing, I was proud of him, then he told me
that this new work placement is going to be in New York City." I explained,
unwrapping my bagel slowly. Both Christoph and Oliver raised their eyebrows,
sporting looks of confusion on their faces.
 "And this is a bad thing why?" Oliver questioned, glancing over at Christoph
before looking back over to me. I paused for a moment, stirring the coffee
around with the stir stick.
 "I don't think it's a bad thing, I just feel like I am going to be leaving my
whole life behind. I don't want to leave Germany. I've been here my whole life
and I don't want to leave Ti-" I stopped instantly, watching Christoph's eyes
widen in slight shock, Oliver, on the other hand, didn't seem too fazed about
the slip-up, like he knew what I wanted to say.
 "Richard...I don't want to leave Richard." I corrected myself, my face feeling
like it had the heat of a thousand suns on it. Oliver released a small scoff,
like he was trying to cover it up but failed to do so.
 "I completely understand where you are coming from, but maybe you could give
it a try...You'll always have..." Christoph paused for a moment glancing over
at Oliver then back to me "You'll always have Richard." He seemed to put some
unneeded emphasis on his name as if he knew what I really wanted to say. 
 "Also...Your father loves and cares for you, and he will always want the best
for you. I may not be a parent but I know that they would never do anything for
themselves. They do it to better their children's lives. I recommend that you
give yourself some time to think things over before you go back home and talk
to him." Christoph is the best at life advice, take note of that.I nodded,
taking a bite out of the toasted bagel, washing it down with the strong coffee.
 "Is there any other problems that need resolving?" Oliver pressed, giving a
small wink as if he knew there was something else that needed a resolution. I
could feel my cheeks turn a crimson red, knowing that it would be best to ask
them for some advice since they're men and they both know Richard and Till's
clashing personalities.
 "I'm thinking of breaking it off with Richard." I admitted hesitantly,
avoiding their tense stares. 
 "Seems understandable." Oliver murmured, my eyes shooting up from my lap,
squinting at him. Did he know?Christoph looked at the both of us as if he had
missed something.
 "She's finally realized that she likes Till...But now I understand why this
New York situation bothers you so much." I could feel my face turn a deeper red
from Oliver informing Christoph the situation. I nodded agreeing with his
theory. 
 "Well...It's simple. Just break up with Richard, and go for Till. At least
you're not cheating on him or anything." Oh...The less you know the better
Christoph.I shook my head.
 "Doesn't work like that. Richard already has suspicions that something is
going on between Till and I, he hasn't said it but I know he's thinking it.
He's also really jealous that I spend a lot of time with him. So I'm just
scared that he's going to have a terrible reaction to me breaking up with him."
I admitted, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. I placed the cup back down on
the table, looking at the both of them, waiting for a reply. They both glanced
over at each other and let out a small sigh in unison. 
 "If he already has suspicions then chances are he'll be prepared for you to do
it..." Oliver murmured. 
 "I'm just scared he'll have a bad reaction." Both Christoph and Oliver shook
their heads.
 "He would probably just have the normal reaction that any guy would have. The
good old 'Are you serious? Why?' and then once you give him a made-up answer
that is not the truth, you and Till can be on your merry way." I rolled my eyes
at his comment, and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.
 "It isn't that simple. Being on our merry way is not possible since I'll be
leaving." I grumbled.
 "Well, that means you can just enjoy the time you guys have together before
you leave. It's not like you'll never see him again." Christoph retorted. He
was right...I gave him a small nod, standing up from the seat.
 "I think I should get going. I hope I'll see you guys around." They both gave
me small comforting smiles.
 "Good luck." 
Chapter End Notes
     Hey! Sorry, boring chapter. Just wanted to get this thing out before
     I release the next one. This chapter was a filler as you can see, but
     there has been a resolution. I hope you guys enjoyed it nevertheless.
***** Admissions and Apologies *****
Chapter Notes
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 As I made my way to Richard's place I was planning in my head what I was going
to say to him, wanting it to be quick and painless, just like ripping off a
band-aid...Only the band-aid is on a blister that is going to explode
everywhere.I was prepping myself for the worst, and angriest reaction from him,
knowing that there was a chance of him saying a lot of hurtful things, but at
this point in the relationship I wouldn't care, because at the end of the day I
will not have a guilty conscience, actually...Maybe a little, for the simple
fact that I kissed Till yesterday night while still being in a relationship
with Richard.I walked up the path going towards his shared apartment with
Christoph and Oliver, taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself down from the
nervousness that was building up in my stomach. I buzzed his apartment, waiting
for him to answer, or unlock the door. I think I stood there for a good two
minutes before double buzzing. Then I finally heard his voice.
 "Yes?" He sounded like he had been sleeping and I woke him. I paused for a
moment before pressing the microphone back, inhaling deeply before replying to
him.
 "Um...It's Velouria." I took my finger off the microphone button, waiting for
a moment until a loud buzz and the sound of the door unlocking echoed through
my ears. I quickly entered the apartment building and took the elevator up. For
a split second I contemplated running out of the enclosed box and just leaving,
but just before I could actually initiate the action because in all honesty, I
was pretty darn nervous,the doors slid closed. I slumped against the wall,
leaning my head back to look up at the bright white light.
 "It's all going to be okay Velouria, just say the simple five words. We. Need.
To. Break. Up." I clapped with every word I said, taking a deep breath, hearing
a loud ding, indicating that I arrived on his floor. I pushed myself off the
wall and made my way down the long hallway, my palms becoming sweaty with every
step I took towards his front door. Everything will be okay. It's all going to
be alright.I inhaled deeply, looking at the door before giving it a quick
knock, fixing the bag on my shoulder. I waited a moment or two, the door
opening, revealing a shirtless Richard. I glanced down at his faint abs, then
back up into his eyes, seeing the slight concern and confusion in his eyes,
which was extinguished after he saw my serious expression on my face. He moved
over, giving me enough space to enter the apartment. I entered the warm,
welcoming space, hearing the door close behind me.
 "We ne-." I was interrupted by Richard.
 "We need to talk...I know Make yourself at home, want a coffee or something?"
I peeked over my shoulder at him and shook my head. 
 "No, it's okay." I replied, taking a seat on his couch, crossing one leg over
the other, keeping my eyes on him as he disappeared into his kitchen, the sound
of glasses clinking together. I shifted uncomfortably, playing with the zipper
of my backpack, while I awaited his return. He came back a few moments later,
placing a mug of water in front of me, before he took a seat in the recliner
across from me. His eyes told me everything, a look of regret, remorse, like he
had done something that he had regretted, I wonder if I had the same look
plastered on my face.I stared at him for a moment, watching him take a deep
breath and scratch the back of his neck nervously. 
 "I think we should just be honest with each other..." You could hear the
hesitation in his voice, yet I agreed with him with a small nod. It was pretty
simple at this point because he was doing all the talking.He took a deep
breath.
 "I cheated on you last night." My eyes went wide, completely caught off guard
by his admission, but that initial shock wore off immediately, my brain
reminding me why I was here. The nerves were totally thrown out the window at
this point after this was revealed, my body throwing the guilt away from me.
"And I'm really sorry about th-" I shook my head almost instantaneously,
causing him to stop his words.
 "I cheated on you as well..." I could see his mouth open slightly, his eyes
tearing themselves away from me. A loud huff escaping his lips like he was mad.
If he was really mad I think I will throw something at him, because currently,
we are in the same boat, sailing on the same fucking ship, so he isn't any
better than me, and I am not better than him in any way.
 "It was with Till wasn't it." The sentence sounded like a statement, not a
question, which didn't bother me at all actually since he was right. I gave him
a little nod, looking up to see how content his reaction was. He scratched his
chest a little, releasing a small sigh, before his facial features softened.
 "You like him...Don't you?" He asked, his voice sounding open for a
conversation, with no sign of anger, but a little hint of disappointment. I
lifted the mug of water, taking a quick sip, sitting back on the fluffy couch,
the scent of cigarettes being released into the air. My eyes trailed back to
him, as I brought the mug down, holding it with both my hands while placing it
down on my lap.
 "Yes, I really do." I felt myself smile just at the thought of the prior
nights actions. The feeling of that weight being lifted off my shoulders, like
we were invincible in that moment. A small melancholic smile appeared on
Richard's face, his eyes breaking the momentary stare down that was occurring
between us, to look at his mug of coffee. 
 "I'm glad that you will be happier with him...He deserves you." He commented,
my face slowly turning into a frown, witnessing his self loathing attitude. I
didn't feel guilty, but I felt bad for doing this to him, even if he saw it
coming, and even if he cheated as well. Maybe it was because in my eyes I
didn't share the same feelings he had towards me, so I didn't think that his
actions were a big deal. Yet I had to think and take into consideration the
emotions he was experiencing at this moment, the feeling of betrayal, and the
underlying guilt of him cheating on me, even though I have basically shown that
I don't really care about it. 
 "You deserved me as much as Till does. There is no difference. I don't want
you to be sad, I want you to find someone who will deserve you, and not betray
you like I did. I made a mistake, but that mistake was my brain expressing my
true feelings, and where my heart really lies. I should've told you. So don't
be mad at yourself, and don't hate yourself. Hate me if need be." I struggled
with my words, taking long pauses to conjure up what I wanted to say, feeling
satisfied with what I said by the end of it. 
 "I knew from the start that you liked him. The way you looked at him when he
wasn't looking, the way you spoke to him, and especially how much you cared
about him. You were like an open book, especially when it came to him, and I
shouldn't have betrayed Till like that especially after he told me his feelings
towards you." He admitted, his voice sounding full of guilt. So basically he
knew about Till's feeling for me, and he decided to not tell me, and betray his
friend like that? What a great friend. 
 "I can't be with him anyways..." I informed, taking another sip of the cool
water, quenching my throat with the liquid.
 "Why not?" The question slipped out into the air, hovering over me. I ran my
thumb over the glossy finish of the white mug, a small huff escaping my lips.
 "My dad and I are moving to New York in a month. I just found out today, after
I thought everything was starting to go well...So even if I did want a
relationship to happen between Till and I, it wouldn't work out in the end
because of the distance." I explained, my voice becoming a little wonky, the
hope of staying here in Germany disappearing with my admission to Richard. It
was as if I was admitting it to myself that I wouldn't be able to prevent this
move, no matter what I did.
 "...Then why not enjoy the time you have with him until you leave?" He had a
point, but there is a big counter argument that could be brought up, that being
the fact that it would only make leaving him harder than it will already be. I
didn't reply, I just left the suggestion hanging between us, dangling around in
front of my eyes. "Does he even know about this?" He asked curiously, causing
me to look up from the mug and shake my head slowly.
 "I just found out this morning, and I haven't gone to see him." I pointed out,
swirling the water in circles within the cup. Richard slapped his hand on the
recliner, nearly making me jump up from the couch. I scanned him as he walked
out of the living room. I could hear him rummaging around, then there was
silence for a few moments. Suddenly he returned with a dark blue t-shirt on,
and his keys in hand. I looked up at him, sporting a confused expression on my
face, as he made his way towards me, locking his grip on my wrist as tightly as
he could without hurting me. He proceeded to pull me up off the couch with
ease, dragging me towards the door, pushing me out into the hall. He took my
wrist again, taking me down the hallway towards the elevator.
 "Where the hell are we going?" I tried pulling back, attempting to stop him
from walking, but to no avail, I was too skinny to hold him back. He pushed me
into the elevator, pressing the main level button.
 "I'm taking you to Till's house, so you two can talk, and spend time together
because that whole conversation that just happened in my apartment would be
worth nothing. At least something could come out of breaking it off with me,
instead of you just ignoring him and then leaving." I didn't object. I just
stayed quiet, knowing that there was plenty of truth to what he just said. The
car ride was filled with Kiss's 'I was made for loving you baby' which was the
most ironic song to play during this situation,but we arrived with ease. He put
the car into park, his hand running over the handle of the steering wheel. I
glanced over at him, noticing that he was ignoring my eyes.
 "I just want to say I'm really sorry Richard." A small smile appeared on his
lips, his head shaking back and forth.
 "It's okay. I'm sorry as well...I hope everything goes well." I nodded,
peering out the window, my hand going to the handle of the door. I paused for a
moment, before turning back around and wrapping my arms around him, hugging him
tightly.
 "Thank you." I murmured into his shirt, feeling his arms slide around me as
well, his breathing muffling against my shoulder.
 "Anytime Vel...Now go talk to Till." He insisted, pulling away from the hug. I
gave him one last smile before exiting the car, swinging the bag over my
shoulder. I stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath. Guess there's no
turning back now. 
Chapter End Notes
     Two chapters without Till? Oh, the humanity :). The next chapter will
     pay off. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Very excited to post
     the next chapter though! Be ready. :D
End Notes
     New story guys, I really hope you guys enjoy it! I'm really excited
     about this story, I have so many ideas.
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