losing game || d.m.

25: alexithymia

Chapter warnings: this chapter vaguely speaks about $exu@l a$$ult and @buse. I have sectioned off the specific part with asterisks and another trigger warning for those who may not be comfortable with this content. If you or anyone you know is struggling with these issues, I strongly advise speaking to someone trust worthy. If you find that you have no one to turn to, my messages are open.

Without further ado,
alexithymia: (n.) the inability to express your feelings

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"Wake up darling."

I peel my eyes open to see Draco leaning over me, his hair wet.

It's barely light outside yet, so classes aren't for another few hours.

Why is he waking me up so early?

"You're bleeding love," he whispered "I started the shower for you."

What?

I inspect my body to find the source of blood, and I nearly started crying as I saw the red on my sweatpants.

"Fuck," I whispered as I immediately got up "I'm so sorry."

That's why he had just gotten out of the shower. I probably bled on him.

How romantic.

"It's no big deal," he started to pull the sheets off my bed "is there anything I can do?"

"No it's ok," I replied through the bathroom door as I stripped and got into the shower "I'll clean up my bed after, you don't have to do it."

My clothes disappeared after hitting the floor, one of my favorite things about magic schools. The school magically cleans laundry, and it'll appear back in my wardrobe after.

"I already did it," I heard Draco call out from the room.

After getting out of the shower, I put in a tampon, and turned to where my towel usually is. The empty shelf stared back at me.

I didn't grab a towel or clothes. I'm so out of it right now.

"Draco?" I called out.

"Ya," he responded instantly.

"Could you please grab me clothes and a towel?" I asked as I awkwardly stood in the bathroom.

"Sure," he answered, followed by the sound of my drawer opening.

I decided on stepping back into the shower because the thought of standing, dripping wet, in the middle of the bathroom was making me cringe.

Draco opened the bathroom door and threw the towel over the curtain rod. I wrapped my self up before stepping out of the shower.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry," I stated again.

I shouldn't be embarrassed, but I was. Bleeding on the boy I have a crush on is not something I envision.

Not in this way.

"Stop apologizing," he rolled his eyes "it's really ok."

"Erm.. when I opened one of your drawers," he started, his voice filled with something close to unsureness "there was a brochure. What is it?"

I raked my mind, trying to figure out what he was referring to, but nothing came into my memory.

"Could you bring it in here?" I asked as I put my hair brush on the counter "I have no idea what you're referring to."