I Went out of the room and started running through the hallway. It seemed longer than what it was. It seemed infinite. I wasnt feeling good myself, i had drunk to much vodka and had a sensation that i was going to puke. But i had to stay concentrated. It didnt matter what i felt, the only thing that really mattered was Alaska. I was already some steps away from the door when i heard a voice. a well known voice, a terrifying voice, the voice of punishment. The Eagle. He was near, probably in one of the rooms near the entrance. I couldnt let the Eagle see me. But he'd obviously would if i continued running and went out. Maybe following Alaska wasnt the best idea, she didnt wanted to be followed, after all; i thought. And then some ideas came into my mind, ideas of what could happen to Alaska if i left her alone. She'd spend the night alone, drowning in her own tears, dying inside with every breath. And there i was, standing like an idiot just steps away from the entrance doubting about going to her or not.

I sighed, angry at myself and continued running.

Once outside the building I started running. I was drunk, too, so i found running pretty hard. But it didnt matter. Nothing mattered in that moment except for Alaska. I had to get to her car before she left; that was the only thing going through my mind. Getting there. Probably, she'd already be in the road. And I'd be too late. I ran through the parking lot. Everything was kind of blurry, but i kept running. I had to find Alaska, I had to find out what was happening, I had to let her know she'd be okay.

The parking lot was dark and silent. nothing that could call the Eagles attention but a drunk student running to he the person he loved. i looked around again and realised how hard it would be to find her; and then, a horrifying idea, she would have probably left already, there were no sound or lights, she was gone, gone, and i had left her. Tears appeared in my eyes with the idea of Alaska sobbimg while driving, puttimg her life and my soul in risk. I sat down in the floor and placed my head between my legs when i heard a noice.

Suddenly, not very far away from me, a pair of lights went on. It was Alaska's car. I ran to it praying for her not to leave before I got there.

I ran while thinking what to say to her. I didn't know. Suddenly, I was next to the car. The blue chevrolet, the car, the place where i had to let her know she wasnt alone.

I opened the door slowly and looked inside, then i opened it completly and leaned forward a little.. The motor was off, and the only sound I could hear were Alaska's sobs. She was breathing heavily and had her head between her hands, crying loudly. I didn't know what to do, so I just got near and hugged her. I hugged her trying to show her i was there, i hugged her showing her i would have done anything to see her okay.

I could feel her body relax as I placed my arms around her and held her tightly. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her sadness. I held her tighter as I got near her ear and whispered "Tell me whats wrong, you'll be okay", and she turned around.

...

Her eyes were red of crying and her lips trembled. She stared at me for a long time and I simply didn't know what to say. Seeing her like that, so broken, so sad, killed me inside. It killed me to see she was not okay and I couldnt do something to make her feel better. In that momenti realised something about her that i would have never imagined about Alaska Young. She was weak, she had fallen apart, and she had been alone because we all thought she was too strong to be broken.

"What's going on?", I asked. I was holding her hand and she was looking at me with surprise. I just wanted her to talk to me. To help me understand. To help me get to know her.

"I'm a horrible person," she simply said as she broke off into tears again. Her whole body trembled and she stuttered with every word.

"No you're not. Just tell me what's wrong. We'll work it out, together". I answered and held her hand tighter. Her fingers trembling around mine were breaking my heart.

She stayed quiet.

"Is this about your Jake?", I asked trying to guess. She shook her head slightly. How could i help her if i didnt even know what was wrong?

"Is this about what we were doing?" I asked again. She shook her head.

By that point i was worried and trembling too. Only one more posibility appeared in my mind.

"Is this about me? About something i had done?" I asked, praying for her to say no. She shook her head with a little smile on her face. A smile, the most beautiful smile.

"Come on, tell me..." I said. She had her head down and was looking at our hands wrapped together. Sadness in her eyes and fear in her body. She raised her head and looked at me in the eyes.

"Its about my mother" she said and fell on top of me with a loud sob.