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The next week or so fell into a similar pattern. One of which was somewhat similar to the previous training I'd done with him—especially in the sense of loosing myself in the time we spent together. But alas, there was something much more... varying this time.
Because now, as days began to blur together, I was still actually aware now. And more importantly, I'd begun to genuinely look forward to the nights in which Akaza and I would tangle under the trees in the park—far away from the city that haunted me.
And though I surely didn't want to admit it, I actually begun to have fun with him. Our training, our chats, even if they only proved to provide information for the two of us. Whatever it was, it allowed me to get to know him better, and him I.
Enough so that I began to look forward to having him around, to the point where I cared if he didn't return back at the times he said he would. Of course, Akaza was never aware of this. However, sometimes it felt like even he worried about things, not wanting me to notice either.
I still felt myself growing dependant, but even so, couldn't bring myself to stop it.
As of now, it was about midday, meaning I'd just awoken from my slumber in my usual bed, still feeling somewhat tired after the days of training.
Not even being awake for an entire minute, my consciousness still blurring, I wasn't granted a single ounce of peace of mind or of body before a sudden growing ache in my lower stomach began to elicit itself.
I winced, letting out a breath as my hands gripped the thick quilt I always slept with.
Just as a wave of the cramping disputed, allowing me a bit of hope that I'd only imagined it, another one began to climb the ascends of my stomach, my organs feeling like they were being twisted inside of me.
It didn't take me long to realize what was happening, though—the aching sensation bringing back plenty of painful memories.
You've got to be kidding me.
Gripping my stomach as yet another wave washed over my crouched bed-ridden form, my mind itself attempted to discern the last time I'd even undergone my monthly cycle.
And honestly, the pain was so much worse than I remembered. Or maybe it was just due to the fact that I hadn't had it in probably a year now.
