Ryder & Hazel
The lump that had built up in her neck made it hard to talk and calm. Hazel's hands were shaking. It was hard to calm them, to push the door bell of the familiar house. Wilson. The name quietly echoed in her head, again and again and again. Her fingers felt the cold plastic of the door bell and as the sound of the familiar bell - indeed curbed - was heard, her whole body went stiff. Hazel, you shouldn't do that. He hurt you. The voice of her best friend was still so clear in her head that the brunette thought for a second she stood next to her, still wanting to stop her. But she wasn't. Of course not, Hazel had yelled at her. Attacked with the worst slanders ever. In that moment, she wanted to hug her and say sorry. But she had to talk to him. She had to see Ryder. Without him she was... empty. It was crazy to think he was the love of her life. Her everything. Yeah, it was crazy. But isn't this world made of crazy, wonderful things? Things, like love?Â
