Novel Square
15
Ace sat in the living room, his piercing gaze fixed on us, and my grip on Mr. Panda tightened in response, trying to control my nerves. His anger was palpable as he directed his frustration towards Alex. “How irresponsible can you be?” he yelled, his voice filled with disappointment and concern. “Lily isn’t fully recovered yet, and you brought her to the fair?!”
The tension in the room was thick, suffocating, as the words hung in the air. I could feel my heart pounding, torn between Alex and understanding Ace’s valid concerns. I had been through a lot recently, and perhaps going to a fair with all its hustle and bustle was the best idea.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
Alex didn’t back down, and his response was as fiery as Ace’s accusation. “She needs some fun in her life, bro!” he retorted, his voice rising to match Ace’s intensity. “It’s not like we took her bungee jumping or anything. It’s just a fair.”
The tension in the room continued to escalate, and I could sense that my attempts to find a compromise were falling on deaf ears.
Ace’s eyes flashed with frustration, and he shot back, “Fun? Is that all you care about? Can’t you see that Lily is still recovering? What if something happens to her at the fair? Have you thought about that?”
Alex’s jaw tightened, and he clenched his fists, refusing to back down. “Of course, I care about Lily’s well-being,” he shot back, his voice edged with determination. “But she’s not a fragile glass doll! She’s strong, and she deserves to enjoy life like any of us.”
The room felt like a battleground, and I could feel the weight of their emotions colliding, leaving me feeling powerless to stop the heated exchange. I remained silent, my expression caught between worry and gratitude, not wanting to be the cause of this escalating conflict.
Ace’s frustration grew, and he pointed an accusing finger at Alex. “You just don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about treating Lily like a fragile doll. It’s about being responsible and putting her health first. You should be more considerate!”
Alex’s face flushed with anger, and he took a step forward, challenging Ace’s accusation. “I am being considerate! I know Lily better than anyone, and I know what she needs. She needs to feel alive again, not confined to her room because everyone is too afraid to let her enjoy life.”
As the argument intensified, I tried to find the right words to mediate, but my voice was drowned out by their yelling. It was as if they were locked in a battle of wills, each convinced of their own righteousness.
Ace’s voice boomed through the room, “You’re being reckless, Alex! You’re jeopardizing Lily’s recovery for your own selfish desires!”
Alex’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, their faces only inches apart. “You’re just being overprotective! Lily’s not a child, and she can make her own choices!”
It was clear that neither of them was willing to back down, and the room felt like it was about to explode.
“Her fucking crazy ex is still on the loose, have you thought about that?!” Ace screamed.
The room fell silent. Ace’s words hung in the air, heavy with a truth that had been overshadowed by the argument until now. The mention of my ex sent a chill through the room, reminding us all of the danger that still lurked out there.
My face turned pale, and my eyes widened with fear. The memory of my tumultuous past relationship haunted me, and it was evident that Ace’s words had struck a nerve. “I… I didn’t mean to bring it up like that,” Ace stammered, realizing the gravity of what he had just said.
Alex’s anger seemed to evaporate, replaced by concern for my well-being. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to offer comfort. “Lily, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. “Ace is right; we need to be more cautious. Your safety comes first.”
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I nodded, grateful for Alex’s understanding. “I know,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I just want to feel normal again, but I can’t forget what happened.”
Ace’s initial anger had given way to remorse, and he stepped closer to me. “I’m sorry too,” he said, his voice filled with genuine regret. “I didn’t mean to add to your worries. I just want you to be safe.”
The room fell silent once more, but this time, it was not filled with tension and arguments. Instead, there was a shared understanding of the importance of my safety and well-being.
“I shouldn’t have been so stubborn,” Alex admitted, looking at both me and Ace.
I managed a small smile through my tears. “I appreciate that you want me to have fun, Alex,” I said, my voice weak but appreciative. “But I also need to be careful, especially with everything that’s happened.”
Ace nodded, feeling a sense of relief that the argument had finally given way to open communication. “We should all be more careful,” he said, addressing both Alex and I. “Let’s find a way to have fun without putting ourselves in unnecessary risks.”
With the tension diffused, we sat down together.
“We could stick to the less crowded areas,” Alex suggested. “That way, we can still have fun without getting overwhelmed.”
“And we’ll all stay close to each other,” Ace added. “So we can keep an eye on Lily and be ready to leave if she feels uncomfortable.”
I nodded, feeling grateful for the support and care they were showing me. “Thank you, guys,” I said, wiping away my tears. “I’m lucky to have you both looking out for me.”
As I entered my room, I could still feel the lingering tension from the argument in the living room. I needed a moment of solitude to collect my thoughts and process the events that had unfolded. Placing Mr. Panda gently on the dresser, I took a deep breath and decided to take a refreshing shower to wash away the stress.
The hot water cascaded over me, soothing my nerves and offering a sense of comfort. As the water flowed, I tried to push the worries from the argument out of my mind, allowing myself to relax and rejuvenate. After what felt like an eternity under the shower, I stepped out, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever came my way.
Drying off, I moved to the mirror and began my skincare routine, using the familiar products that always brought me a sense of calm. As I patted the moisturizer onto my skin, I felt a fleeting sense of normalcy amidst the chaos that had surrounded us earlier.
With my skincare complete, I slipped into my softest pajamas, relishing the comfort they offered. Just as I was about to settle in and forget the world outside, my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I glanced at the screen to see that it was from an unknown number.
Curiosity and a hint of apprehension washed over me. Who could be texting me from an unfamiliar number? I opened the message, and my heart skipped a beat as I read the three unsettling words: “I see you.”