My Muse || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

⭐ My Muse || Chapter Ninety Three

So... Soft... So warm... Where... Where am I? 

Ugh, I feel so stiff... How long have I been sleeping for? I wiggled myself out of the thick fleece blanket, trying to pull myself up. "What- What's squeezing me?" I muttered, noticing a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I also noticed how I wasn't wearing pants. And that I was wearing a large oversized shirt, that didn't belong to me. And that the arms holding me wasn't wearing a shirt. No, I did not just black out sleep with someone. I grabbed the person's wrists, undoing them from their tight knot. I shuffled to the edge of the bed, turning around to see the person's face. 

I gasped softly. It wasn't a dream. Norman was here. Sleeping with me... In the same bed... Shirtless... I pinched his cheek, just double checking that this wasn't some weird doll. The boy grumbled awake, eyes fluttering open to reveal that warm sapphire gaze I've seen my entire life. "What- What's your n-name?" I trembled, pulling my hand back. This person surely was Norman. It couldn't be anyone else. But he looked so... different... He was so much taller, his youthful baby face from before had become a chiseled jawline, that morning glare somehow sexy and seductive. The Norman from Grace Field was... a baby! How had he suddenly become such a strikingly hot man? 

He chuckled, booping my nose. "I think you know my name, y/n." His voice was low and inviting. I sighed, plopping back into bed. "Did we..." "Have sex? No." He grinned, taking a long look at me. "You were just a bit dirty from the journey, so I gave you something clean to wear." I raised my eyebrow. "And it couldn't include pants?" He cupped my left cheek warmly, grinning. "You're the one who refused to wear them. You kicked me every time I tried to put them on." His slender fingers traced my jaw, moving upwards to my left ear. He froze, noticing it's disappearance. "What- What happened?" I bit my cheek, pulling his hand away. "A sacrifice."

We talked for a while. I told him my story, about my parents, Goldy Pond, and Ray. He held my hand tightly, giving it a warm squeeze when I mentioned... the attack. Norman didn't seem surprised. That cold glare he was giving the floor looked like it was something he expected to happen. "If I had just sent Jin and Hayato a few days earlier, maybe they could have lived. Maybe Ray could be here with us now." I nodded, tears running down my face. My heart still refused to believe it. That Ray was dead. That face he gave me, that small sad smile, like he'd accepted that fate. It burned in my head. 

"One year ago, I selfishly planned to set myself on fire to save you. Today, I'm selfishly planning to sacrifice myself to save you, again. If I make it out alive, marry me, okay?" 

Yes, Ray. I'm saying yes. I'll marry you, I'll spend forever with you, anywhere, anytime. You proposed it, so why are you gone? Why aren't you here? You liar, you fucking liar. 

I shouldn't be mad at him. It's not his fault. He was doing it for me. 

Norman pulled me into a hug, gently rubbing my back. I sniffled into his shoulder, sobbing loudly. "It's okay," He whispered, kissing my forehead. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm here now, y/n. You'll never be alone again. I'll never leave you, ever, ever again."