My Happiest Year - Killugon

Chapter 8: An Empty Bed

Gon's POV

For the first time in years, I, Gon Freecs, 23 years old, had woken up to an empty bed. On a daily basis, I usually woke up before Killua, and even when I didn't, it wasn't empty. His warmth was still on the pillow and the space next to me, and so was the lingering scent of vanilla shampoo, and it never failed to calm me, whatever dream or complication I'd had. So I wasn't alone, his essence was still there. But today, I woke up to absolutely nothing being there.

Someone might think that for someone who is an adult and has slept alone, this didn't seem like that much of a problem. That I could just shrug it off and move on. But Killua had been the reason I could sleep at all. It was morning, but the sun was still hidden and it was dark outside. Still sitting upright in the bed, confused, scared, and tired, I felt a major sharp pain in my head. Oh. My head is ringing. I took a moment to calm down and process why I was in my current situation.

My eye twitched. Oh my- I was drunk last night. Yet I can remember every last moment of last night's events. Oh god. I am never drinking again. I almost told him about my hearing issue, that could've been bad- The worst case scenario is him having to worry about me all the time, and having to monitor me. I've caused him enough trouble already, and even though I felt bad about keeping it a secret all this time, I didn't plan to tell him anytime soon. I replayed everything that happened previously, and I gasped.

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When you are reading something.., er- mature, part of you wants to take what you're reading and throw it out the window, out of sheer embarrassment. I felt like that, except I wanted to throw myself out of said window. Covering my face in my hands, I realized I basically asked him to make out with me-! Everybody knows the saying, "drunk words are sober thoughts." So Killua must too... So he knew I... That did it. I need to pretend like I knew nothing of what happened, starting from the moment I see him.

One may wonder why we hadn't "done it" yet. Well, both of us wanted to wait until marriage. We've only been married a couple weeks, and we'd been busy the whole time. Plus, as comfortable as I am with him, I still get embarrassed when I'm touching him, and don't get me started on kisses. I love it when he says my name so softly, so softly only I can hear. Words that are meant for me, and me only. And told me he was right next to me, and always would be.

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That reminded me, I had no idea where he was. I searched the gigantic hotel suite. There was no note... But I know he wouldn't just leave for no reason. I sighed. I'd just have to trust him, and wait. If we wouldn't leave any indication on where he was behind, he definitely wouldn't pick up the phone. So I decided to sit on the table and wait. And I did. For minutes. Then hours. And right around then, all I could hear was the rain starting to pour outside above my breathing, losing it's steadiness. I bit my fingernail, and slowly stood up from my chair. Grabbing my coat, I opened the door, and walked out.

"It's not that- that I don't trust you, I just have to assure myself that you're okay." I knew he couldn't hear me, it was more of a justification to myself as to why I was doing this. It was freezing outside. Yorknew City was terribly cold when it rained. Even worse, it washed away a lot of scents, filling it with that of rain. This was going to take a while. I ran through the bright and crowded city streets alone and distressed. I was small for my age, so many people confused me for a child and asked me if I needed help. I couldn't take a moment to stop. Where are you?

Killua's POV

"C'mon, pick up!" I mumbled to myself, cursing a little. I kept calling the Hunter's Association, but they wouldn't answer me, no matter how many times I dialed the number. I'd been trying to get a hold of them as soon as I'd left the hotel.