Haven't Had Enough → Chenry

(author's note) A little late, but here it is ♡
Charlotte's outfit pictured above

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It's no secret that sometimes my emotions can tend to get the best of me.

There are instances where my excitement takes over and I can only focus on the giddy feeling erupting in my chest. Other times, my frustration can blind me from seeing my progress and I am restricted to the dreadful feeling of tightness in my lungs. But it's when I'm consumed by anger that is the worst of them all, because when I'm angry I can hardly think or see or feel anything. And God knows how badly I can't hear.

"Charlotte!" Lyah shouted, grabbing onto my shoulder from behind and shaking me violently. I snapped out of my trance and turned to see her swaying back and forth a bit with her eyes closed and one hand cradling her head.

"Sorry," I apologized immediately, leading her away from my closet and helping her over to my bed. She took a seat on the edge and let out a labored breath in unison with the creak of the bedsprings.

     "I must have said your name a couple hundred times," she whined, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. "It was like you were in some freaky trance or something."

     "Sorry," I sighed, fiddling with my own fingers in an attempt to distract myself, or calm myself, or maybe do a little bit of both. "I was just thinking."

"Just thinking?" she echoed in disbelief, eyeing me carefully. "I think your poor wardrobe would beg to differ. Your room looks like it was hit by a tornado."

She nodded toward my closet, where I had stood before. I followed the motion of her head with my eyes and pursed my lips when my sights fell on the mess of clothes I had strewn about the corner, all in a blind rage.

     I grazed the corner of my bottom lip with my teeth and bunched my shoulders up in a shrug. "Okay. Maybe I'm a little upset."

"Is everything okay?" Lyah pressed gently, trying to meet my eyes. I avoided her gaze, focusing instead on anything and everything else – from the natural light that poured into the room to the way the carpet felt under my feet.

I hadn't meant to, but my mind quickly drifted off to thoughts of – or rather, memories of – all of the things that had happened in that very room since the first time I stepped through the door.

     I could see Lyah and I at the door when she showed me where I'd be sleeping on my first day just as easily as I could see her right there before me. I could hear the sound of her voice as she warned me about her elusive and mysterious roommate. I couldn't help but think then that maybe I should've heeded her advice and stayed away from him when I had the chance.

I didn't realize I was crying until a stinging hot tear rolled down my cheek and fell onto my forearm. I blinked myself out of my trance and noticed how Lyah regarded me carefully.

"No," I replied at last, choking up. More tears poured out when I screwed my eyes shut and shook my head. "Everything's not okay."

"Oh come here, kid." She held out her arms to me from her seat on the bed and I let myself succumb to her embrace. She held my head against her chest gently. "What is it? Is this about Henry?"