TIFFIN 2

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Hey everyone ✨✨

I thought These Four Walls by little mix was a sweet song to include.

Also, I hope you enjoy the quote art I made. It's not the best but at least it's something.
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Later in the night- two hours after we  had gone to bed- I was awoken by Hero violently thrashing. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, visibly in pain. 

"Please!" He begged. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" 

Without thinking, I rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, beckoning for him to wake.

After a moment of coming to and sobbing, Hero nestled into my palm. 

"Kristina?" 

"Here," I offered, wiping a sheen of  sweat off his forehead, "drink some water. You were having a nightmare again." 

I held the glass as he tipped it back. He was desperate, the adams apple in his throat bobbing consistently.

He must have been dehydrated. 

When I was sure Hero had a tight enough grip on the glass, I sat by his side.
 
"It's only midnight. You scared me to death. What were you dreaming about?" 

He shook his head, unwilling to tell me. 

I took a deep breath.

"I already know it was about Diedre."

Hero finished the glass, expelling a breath. 

"Let's not do this, Kristina. I don't want you tainted with my fucked up past." 

I shrugged. "I know the gist of it all. Let me in. I want you to know I'm your rock." 

Hero groaned, turning on a lamp creating a florescent light. 

"No, that's not it. You want to be in competition with my grandmother. You can't stand to not know about everything." 

I scoffed.

"That's not it at all. I don't want her to be the only person you can turn to. Part of a relationship is getting to know each other better. I mean... what do you really know about me?" 

He paused before answering. 

"I know a lot of things. Like how you prefer roses. How your favorite color is purple, despite it not meshing well and your biggest pet peeve being my grandmother. You like simple cars." 

I rolled my eyes.

"Things need to go deeper than that. I just don't like that whenever she and I are in a room... she makes me feel less. Like she has the upper hand." 

Hero sat up, baring his tattooed torso. 

"Fine. In my nightmare, I was running from her. Diedre. The only difference was this time, I was able to kick her off before she.... removed anything. I was ten years old again, in that same modern kitchen, wishing my grandfather was still alive." 

I hiccuped harshly. 

"Hero... no..." 

Without saying much, he gathered me in his muscular arms, like he was my sole protector. His lips brushed against mine, experimenting, then captured my mouth completely.

Our tongues clashed, moving with a synched rhythm until we pulled away.

We then both melted into each others embrace.

After a moment of whispering sweet nothings to one another, Hero straightened, eyeing me with interest. 

"Speaking of cars... I've been thinking. Don't you think it's time we get you one?"