Scars From The Past

send me on my way

A/N: Hi guys! I hope all of you are doing fine! This school year's coming to an end a lot sooner than I expected. Unfortunately, this means exams are coming up real soon for me. Luckily, I'm one of those people who doesn't stress about exams that much. Unfortunately, I have the awful tendency to procrastinate and keep myself busy with other, much more fun things than studying, hence the new chapter, yay! I hope you guys like it! If you do, let me know, if you don't, let me know as well!

"(On my way, on my way)

(On my way, on my way)

I would like to reach out my hand

I may see you, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)

You know what they say about the young

Well, pick me up with golden hand

Oombayseeyou, I may tell you to run (On my way, on my way)

You know what they say about the young

Well, I would like to hold my little hand

And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will

I would like to hold my little hand

And we will run, we will, we will crawl

Send me on my way (On my way)

Send me on my way (On my way)

Send me on my way (On my way)

Send me on my way (On my way)

Send me on my way (On my way)

Send me on my way (On my way)

Send me on my way (On my way)

Mm hmm (On my way)"

When I wake up, it's already noon, the cheap curtains no longer able to hold the sunlight outside, the light waking me up. Tiredly, I open my eyes, and find myself lying right on top of Raoul, who's lying on his back. Apparently, he just fell backwards and both of us had fallen asleep like that. I'm a bit worried about my legs that no longer feel like they're mine, after having been bent painfully the entire night, but apart from that I'm fine. I can still feel the trails of now dry tears on my body. I sigh, trying to let all the sadness from last night behind and to live in the present. Often, it felt like it was the only way I could deal with life and all the awful shit that happened to me and those around me, just forcing myself to forget about the bad stuff.

To distract myself, I begin to trace invisible patterns on Raoul's bare chest, exploring his soft skin and the strong muscles underneath, moving my hair around where it's splayed against his skin. I notice that it helps and can't help but smile softly. Suddenly, Raoul shifts, slowly waking up. I wait, curious to find out what he'll do, feeling his body wake up. Subconsciously, he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. The feeling of his body pressed tightly against mine makes me close my eyes and smile. I lie back down, resting my head against his chest, lips accidentally touching his skin. When I lift my head up once more, I look straight into his dark brown eyes, a still sleepy look in them.

"Good morning." I whisper quietly. He lets out a tired groan as he raises his arms to stretch them, causing his stomach muscles to push me upwards. I giggle at it, but remain where I am, his muscles relaxing once more. " 'Morning." He grunts, closing his eyes for a moment. My legs are really starting to hurt, so I roll off of him until I'm lying on my back.