forum Next Steps [Private RP — Closed]

Started January 16, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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I drew my legs up onto the bed so that I was sitting cross-legged. “Alright. Well, first thing’s first— he loves you, and you love him. Right? He doesn’t have the right to be mad at you for withholding information you weren’t comfortable with sharing unless it had to to with him, because it’s none of his business. That being said, it’s understandable that he might be upset, because he could think that you don’t trust him enough and blames himself, or just wants to help you. If I were in your shoes… after getting over my crippling fear, I’d be honest with him. Say that I wasn’t comfortable with talking about it or whatever happened, explain my thoughts, tell him that I don’t want him to be upset. Just— remember that when you fight, it’s not you versus him, it’s you two versus the problem.”

Eden’s POV:

She was right. Of course she was. We needed to clear this out, but I was too scared to even face him. I was scared to see the look of disappointment in his eyes when he sees me.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair again. It was frustrating—it was too annoying. This wasn’t something I missed when I hadn’t met Sterling yet. Was it always something like this? Was pain always going to be involved?

“Can I stay over tonight?” I asked her quietly. “I need some time to clear my head.”

“One-hundred-percent yes,” I assured her. “You can stay as long as you need.”

Eden’s POV:

“Thank you,” I smiled.

(Skip for like one or two days? 🤷‍♀️)

Sure
Where will they both be?)

(Kk)

“I am burned out, I smell of smoke, it seeps through her cracks and so I start to choke~”

I sang along to the music playing through my earbuds as I drew the brush over my canvas, before suddenly remembering I wasn’t alone. “Sorry,” I said quickly to Eden. “Am I being annoying?”

Eden’s POV:

I was lying back down on Violeta’s bed (I had taken over her roommate’s, though), lost in thought. I barely got any sleep the night before—I was too busy missing Sterling and craving the feel of him against me. Thankfully, Violeta interrupted those thoughts.

“No, it’s fine,” I said to her. “Do continue.”

But I was too embarrassed now, so I simply nodded and resumed my painting. I let my hands lead, engrossed once again in my music, and I didn’t realize until a few minutes later that I was painting Gray. What the hell? I asked myself, staring at the canvas before grabbing a paper towel and wiping off as much paint as I could. What was wrong with me?

“Do you need anything? I can get you some cocoa, if you want.”

Eden’s POV:

“I’m okay,” I replied, my voice hoarse. It was safe to say I couldn’t eat anything. It was stupid of me to cry uselessly like this, but I couldn’t help myself. I had stayed up hd night, crying over at Sterling. What was he doing right now? Was he okay? I wanted to hear his voice desperately—feel his lips press against mine, drowning away all of my pain and sorrows. “Thank you, though…”

What was wrong with me? I should get myself together and face this, so why was I running away? I wanted to see Sterling so badly, but my fear rooted me to the floor. Why was this happening to me? To us?

I took out my earphones, dropped the canvas unceremoniously on the floor, and came over to sit on the bed. “You’re clearly not okay,” I said gently, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?”

(Sterling misses you, too, Eden! 😭)

(😭😭)

Eden’s POV:

I chewed on my lower lip before forcing a smile on my features.

“I’ll be okay,” I said quietly. “You don’t have to worry.”

I paused before swallowing.

“Do you—do you think I should go?” I asked, forcing myself not to tear up. “I want to, but I’m afraid he’ll turn me away…”

I let out a soft exhale.
“Eden, he is not going to turn you away. He probably feels the exact same way you do right now. Do yourselves both a favour and talk to him before too much time passes and you can’t fix the situation.”

(Hopefully this wouldn’t be rushed. XD)

Eden’s POV:

She was right, of course. I needed to fix this before it was too late. I didn’t want to lose Sterling forever.

“You’re right…” I murmured, sitting up, letting my fingers run through my hair. “I—I’ll talk to him.”

“Don’t rush yourself, but don’t wait too long,” I counselled. “And do yourself another favour and eat something, for god’s sake.” I knew I wasn’t one to talk… but this was different.

Eden’s POV:

I let out a small laugh at that.

“I’ll try,” I said to her softly. I was glad Sterling made me socialize with her. Violeta was… comforting. “If anyone ever gives you a hard time… let me know. I’ll make sure they never even think about doing it again.”

Gray’s POV:

I missed Violeta, so I found an excuse to get her number from someone so I could text her. It wouldn’t be too creepy, would it? I hoped not.

GRAY: Hey, there~ It’s Gray. It might look creepy, but I promise I have no ill intentions. I promised you some desserts last time, didn’t I?

I let out a laugh of my own. “Thanks, Eden. I’m really glad we get along, you know?”

Almost on cue, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Frowning— was it Sterling?— I fished it out… and my face fell.
Gray.

Eden’s POV:

“I’m glad we do, too.”

Just then, she took out her phone, and upon looking at it, her face fell.

I chewed on my lower lip fearfully.

“Is it… Sterling?” I asked her, hope mixed in. A part of me wanted it to be him, asking if she knew where I was.

“No…” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away. “Sorry.”

Eden’s POV:

I ignored the pangs of hurt and instead focused on Violeta.

“What is it?”

“Gray…” I murmured, suddenly realizing that he could see when I read his texts. Crap.

Eden’s POV:

I frowned.

“Does he… bother you?”

Gray’s POV:

She read my message but didn’t reply. Somehow that wasn’t surprising, but I had hoped it would have changed after our last encounter. I sighed.

“I— I don’t know anymore. It’s complcated. You’ve got bigger issues to focus on.” I swallowed and began to type a reply, but stopped halfway through.

Eden’s POV:

I reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “I want to do something other than sulk.”