35 | i still want to take you out

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Miwana <3 ^

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THE WHIMPERING CONTINUED

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THE WHIMPERING CONTINUED.

I jogged upstairs to her room to find Milana's head leaning against her hands that was balled into a fist. My brows stitched together as I slowly walked closer to her. She looked like she just woke up from a nightmare.

"You alright?" I asked with stitched brows.

She didn't look up at me, instead, she shook her head lightly before sighing. "I can't take this shit anymore." She muttered under her breath before standing up with a huff, ploughing her way past me and turning on her bathroom lights. "Why are you still up?"

I shrugged. "I couldn't sleep yet. I think sometimes I'm nocturnal, like a bat."

Or did I consume some coffee yesterday that I don't remember? But I only remembered having the milkshake from her place.

She quietly chuckled before splashing her face with cold water. "Well, better off than having a shitty nightmare twice a night."

I raised a brow. "You were having it twice?"

"Woke up twice and went back to sleep. About my mom. Haven't had those in like two years." She patted her damp face with a small towel. Joder, so a trauma just brings another traumatic memory?

"That sucks." I grunted. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head. "No, I prefer not. Makes me emotional." Her fingers observe the swollen lids of her eyes as she sighed, tying her hair into a low bun. Her tendrils sticking out. "Fuck, I'm scared to go back to sleep now."

"You can stay up with me." I suggested, leaning against the doorframe. She didn't reply but instead lightly nodding her head. "Andre came an hour ago and I just told him we were watching brokeback mountain along with Dre and you cried until you got migraine and I had to take you home."

She looked up at me and blinked for a second before slightly grinning. "Forreal."

I shrugged. "Well it was actually my amigo that cried, thankfully I didn't really pay attention to watch it. What a baby."

"So he cries over movies?" She chuckled. "You're amazing." It was nice to hear her laugh after what happened hours ago, I must admit.

"Ya' hungry?" I asked, trailing behind her as she walked downstairs.

"Shit, I forgot. I skipped dinner." She held onto her stomach and lightly rubbed it through the silky fabric of her pyjamas.

Right, she didn't eat after her shift. I didn't want to see her starve, she's always a little too thin and that's scary to see. She's been like that for years. I feel like this girl had crazy fast metabolism. I felt guilt in my chest, one of the nicknames I called her back then was skinny-stick. Joder, I was so fucked up.

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