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When Chess heard the door slam, he ran back into the sitting room to check on Alice. She was there, tears streaming down her face, and White was nowhere to be found. Glancing out the window, he saw the boy storming back up the path, away from the cottage.
"Alice, what's wrong?" he asked quietly, scooping her into his arms as she silently sobbed into his shoulder. "What did he do?"
"It's all my fault," she said, hiccuping. Her cheeks were blotchy and red and she scratched at them furiously, trying to stop the tears from rolling off her chin.
He shushed her and rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair softly. He didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say. Had she just picked him over White? Is that why he stormed out? Was it something else? Chess didn't know.
"Why am I here?" she asked dejectedly, sucking in shallow breaths.
"You need to rest and get better, love. You've been through-"
"No, Chess, that's not what I mean," she said, heaving a great sigh. "I mean why am I here in Wonderland?"
He sat in shocked silence, again unsure what to say. She'd never told him how she'd gotten here, and he never thought to ask. It didn't matter to him because she was there.
She was comforted by his silence. She craved it, sometimes, especially in Wonderland. She barely had time to collect her own thoughts before some odd creature or other surprised her, half of which seemed convinced they needed to kill or torture her.
"Why did he leave?" he asked her softly after a while.
She took a slow breath in, and huffed out, "Because I read his journal."
Cheshire looked down at her in shocked silence. Something as inconsequential as a journal made White abandon her? He, the boy who wished to claim her as his own, would leave her with Chess because of a journal?
"I don't even know why he got so upset about it," she continued. "He wouldn't even let me explain. I read a few sentences about him working for the Queen. It's not like I studied the whole thing." A tear was running down her face as she spoke, so Cheshire wiped it away in silence, waiting for her to go on.
"He acted like...I don't know what else that journal said, but he just exploded on me. I thought he cared about me, Chess."
He looked at her again, her eyes so full of sadness over one boy. One boy that wasn't him. At that moment, he knew he'd never be the love of Alice's life, and his heart was sliced into millions of tiny pieces. He moved to stand up, removing Alice's arms from around him. Looking down at her one more time, he told her, "I love you. You know that," and he popped out of the small house.
Even when Jack, Hatter, and March Hare opened the door and fussed over Alice, she'd never felt so utterly alone and abandoned.