Too young for war

Imagine me 3

-*kenji's pov*-

"Hey, that's not fair," Winston says, shaking his head. "She was in an awful position—"

"Whatever," Ian mutters. He looks down, into his tea. "This whole situation is some kind of bullshit."

"Cheers to that," Brendan says, refilling his cup. "Now have more tea."

Ian mutters a quiet, angry thank-you, and lifts the cup to his lips. Suddenly, he stiffens. "And then there's this," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"As if all that weren't enough, we have to deal with this douche bag." Ian gestures, with the teacup, toward the entrance.

Shit.
Warner is here, and Elena is walking beside him.

"Juliette brought him here," Ian is saying, but he has the sense, at least, to keep his voice down. "It's because of her that we have to tolerate this asshole. He even made his sister cry, that says a lot, does he really not care about anything but Juliette?"

I look at Elena, and Ian is right. she keeps wiping her tears before they touch her cheek.

"Warner cares about Elena, or at least that's what J told me, and Elena loves him-" I try to say.

"yeah, but does he care more for his girlfriend, or his little sister." Ian says.

"You are just trying to be difficult here, but Warner is having a hard time, he can love them both in different ways." I argue.

"so you're defending him now—" Ian argues before Brendan stops us.

"Okay, that's enough."

"What's he doing here anyway?" Brendan asks quietly.

I shake my head and take another unconscious sip of my disgusting tea.

I look up again.

I haven't spoken a word to Warner since that first day—The day J got attacked by Emmaline. He's been a ghost since then. No one has really seen him, no one but the supreme kids and Elena, I think.

He went straight back to his roots.

It looks like he finally took a shower, though. No blood. And I'm guessing he healed himself, though there's no way to be sure, because he's fully clothed, wearing an outfit I can only assume was borrowed from Haider. A lot of leather.

I watch, for only a few seconds, as he stalks clear across the room—straight through people and conversations and apologizing to no one—toward Sonya and Sara, who are still talking to Castle.

Elena however, says sorry to them before trying to catch up with him.

-*elenas pov*-

We're back where Ella is laying.

Her eyes fly open all of a sudden and everyone in the room quietness as she stares at my brother.

He stares, unblinking, chest rising and falling as she does.

"Good morning," Ella says. Assuming as she doesn't know the time.

Aaron smiles, but it looks like it hurts.
And it hurts to see him like this. And seeing Ella like this doesn't make it any better.

"Something's wrong," Aaron whispers. He says as he touches her cheek.

"Something's wrong," he says again,

Ella looks confused, something about her behaviour is definitely not right.

She looks lost, like this isn't real to her.