Episode-16
Ella steps out of school, glancing toward the gate. No Mex. He wasn’t in class today… or yesterday. It was unusual. No cocky remarks, no lingering stares. Just an empty space where he always stood. A strange discomfort settles in her chest
Then, she spots him. Leaning against his bike. But something is wrong. He looks exhausted—thinner, weaker. His uniform hangs loosely, his usual confidence barely there. The cut on his lip is fresh, the bruises on his face darker than before. And yet, he still forces that damn smirk
Mex Allen
(hoarse, forcing a teasing tone): "Miss me, princess?"
Ella stops in front of him, her heart sinking. He looks so... fragile. Like he could break apart at any second. Yet, he’s still pretending
Ella
(softly, voice unsteady): "You haven’t been coming to school."
Mex Allen
(shrugging, looking away): "Got busy."
She steps closer. He doesn’t move. His eyes flicker with something unreadable, something tired, lost. The weight loss, the injuries—this isn’t just another fight
Ella
(whispering, guilt creeping in): "You’ve lost weight."
Mex exhales shakily, his smirk finally faltering. Then, without warning, he steps forward and pulls her into a hug
Ella freezes. His arms wrap around her, tight, desperate, like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he lets go. His whole body trembles slightly, and that’s when she realizes—he’s holding back tears
Mex Allen
(muffled, voice breaking): "Just let me stay like this… please."
Ella’s chest tightens. This isn’t like him. His breathing is uneven, his grip firm yet shaky. He’s been carrying this alone for too long. And now, it’s all crashing down
She doesn’t push him away. Not this time. Instead, she lifts her arms and holds him back. Her hand moves gently against his back, slow, comforting
Ella
"You’re not okay, Mex."
Mex lets out a broken chuckle, but it’s not playful—it’s full of exhaustion. Like he’s laughing at himself, at how pathetic he must look
Mex Allen
(barely above a whisper, voice cracked): "I know..."
Ella
(gently, gripping his sleeve as she pulls back slightly): "Come with me."
Mex lifts his head, his eyes glassy, red-rimmed. He looks at her, not with his usual mischief, but with something raw, something vulnerable
Mex Allen
(a weak, trembling smirk): "Taking me somewhere, princess?"
Ella
(firm, not letting go): "Yeah. Let’s go."
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