My Shooting Star

Chapter 12 - The End

(Mush POV)

I wake up around noon. The paper doesn't come out on Sunday, so it's like my day off. The memories of the night before come flooding into my brain, leaving me to sit in bed and think for a few extra minutes.

Was y/n drunk or was she just pretending? Did she really like Race? Why didn't he tell me if he knew?

I thought I could trust both of them, but I'm not sure anymore. I'm so tired from the night before I fall asleep for a few more hours.

When I wake up again I head downstairs to find Race lounging on the couch, watching Henry and Davey playing marbles. He turns to see me and shoots up from his seat. He doesn't look back as he walks straight out the door and down the street.

"He's really beat up about what happened last night you know." Davey says not even looking up at me.

"I bet he loves it. Another goil who's into him." I snap back.

"He didn't tell you this, but he's been trying to set you two up for months. Things were going quite well until last night apparently." Davey continues, almost as if it was common knowledge.

I sit in silence, unsure what to think.

"I would go talk to him if I were you."

There was no one I wanted to talk to right now but y/n. Y/n. Wait a second. Where is she? I haven't seen her all morning.

My eyes dart around the room in search for the petite girl but she is nowhere to be found. I rush into every room in the lodging house and still no sign of her. I even check on the rooftop but nothing. I run back to the main area to ask the gang.

"Have any of you seen y/n? I haven't seen her since last night." I say, starting to panic.

"No, we thought she was with you." Finch tells me, standing up. A look of worry makes its way around the room, the mood instantly changing.

What if the Delanceys or Darcy got her? What if she's in the refuge?

Every worst possible scenario runs through my head at a million miles a second. I burst out of the house, running. By now the sun was setting, but I didn't care. I didn't know where I was going, I just had to find her. Then it hits me: the deli. I remember her telling me one time that was her safe place.

When I get there it's unlocked, thankfully. My eyes scan the room and they land on y/n sprawled comfortably on one of the tables. She is a mess when she sleeps but she still looks like an angel on earth. I walk towards her but accidentally bump into a nearby chair. She starts to stir from the noise and her eyes flutter open. Her eyes land on me and her face turns from peaceful to stern.

I'm nervous all of the sudden, remembering our conversation on the rooftop and how I acted and I was completely sober.

I walked over to her and she has this nervous look on her face that I want to smooth over.

"Hey..." I say calmly.

"Hi." She says as she sits up.

I sit myself down at the table and it's quiet for a couple seconds.

"Why'd you leave?" I ask.

Was it my fault? Of course it was my fault.

She looks down at her hands that are intertwined and doesn't respond for a moment.

"It was for the better. For both of us." She continues to look down and lets go of her hands, placing them by her sides.

"...What do you remember from last night?" I ask her nervously.