𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛

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Who would've thought that I would be a person, motivated by hatred, to go on a run. I hated sports, I always did. Not just because I wasn't good at them but because I didn't see the sense behind it as well.

Outer appearance aside, I thought there was no advantage out of doing sports, rather than health wise. But it seems to clear the mind really well, better than I thought.

Besides the burning lungs and sides I got to clear my head this morning while I woke up at five am from a dream.

A dream of whipped cream and Tommy making me more than uncomfortable.

There's a slight ache in my heart but I try to mostly ignore it when I reach the front yard of the mansion ready to take a long shower.

The sun is rising, tinting the sky in a sweet orange color and I know the sweat on my skin is glistening in the light.
I try to calm down my erratic breathing when I get to the front door and open it up stepping inside.

I already hear clatter from the kitchen making me furrow my brows as I take off my shoes and tip toe into the kitchen.

I'm greeted with Magda getting out pans and plates cursing slightly in a different language.

"Morning." I say with a smile and she turns to me surprised giving me a nod.

"You look like drenched by rain." She says and I blink confused before I realize she means I'm sweating.

"I went for a run." I tell her and walk over to a cabinet getting a glass out before filling it with water from the tap.

"Why?" She asks while her attention is on the eggs she cracks at the pan.

"To get my mind off of things.." I say while I empty the glass in one go.

"You should do productive things to get mind off not stupid running." Her words make me chuckle lightly and she throws me a glance over her shoulder that makes me raise my hands defensively.

"I could help you if you want?" I suggest and she grunts.

"You need shower."

"I can help after." I say but she just grunts and it doesn't really sound agreeing.

I shrug my shoulders and make my way into the hall and up the stairs to get the sweat off of me before I can get ready for breakfast.

I never thought I'd say it after the amount of cakes I ate yesterday but after this run I'm starving.

I try to be as quiet as possible in the hall because I don't know if anyone is awake yet but when I'm met with silence I guess they're all asleep.

I slip into my room and close the door as quiet as possible behind me to turn around-

"Holy fucking Jesus!" I gasp putting my hand over my heart, that I swear stopped beating for a moment, when I see a dark figure sitting at the vanity.

"I recall I'm named different." He speaks up and turns his head to me making me furrow my brows as fury rushes through my veins.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here Tommy?" I ask confused and his lips twitch making me even more angry.

He stands up from the bench walking over to where my suitcase lays open and the clothes I put back into the closet.

"I thought you were leaving." He states his slender fingers dancing over my suitcase while his eyes are trained on me.

His curls fly around his face softly and due to the joggers and shirt I guess he just woke up.
Did he check if I left first thing after waking up?