𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕯𝖎𝖊 || Draken x Reader

XVII: 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔄𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵

You woke up.

Startled and Distressed.

You heaved and tried to hoist yourself up from sleep.

As you jolted awake- still laid flat on your bed, you realized that you had slept through the entire day after Maho had left your house. You were sweating so much and your feet were numb. Panic rushed through your veins and tensed up every muscle you had. You felt as if a bottle of wine had just plummeted through your mouth and made you feel nauseous and dizzy. There was a hint of anxiousness in your head too. All you could focus on was the ticking of the clock and the sound of crickets buzzing in a systematic rhythm. You sat erectly from your bed and tried to catch your breath. You were alarmed. You were panicking. I gotta find Juno. You fiddly jumped out of bed and put on your slip-in sandals that were situated beside your door on a shoe rack. You didn't understand what you had meant to do- just that you needed to do something. Something that involved an odd behavior of yours, which was more of an unstable mental state.

It felt like a rush. Like, somehow, you were trying to catch the school bus when you had been late for 10 minutes already. Bolting down the stairs and sneaking off out of the house, you managed to quietly escape your house helper who was sleeping idly inside her room. When your feeble feet had touched the pavement on the other side of the front door, you sighed in relief and continued walking towards the aimless path you were so set on trudging on. You could still smell the faint scent of petrichor that lingered on the earthly soils and plants around you. The street lights once again set a dim glow that shed illumination in a round frame. You didn't get the chance to change from your house clothes so you were currently wearing your zebra-printed pajama and grey cropped tank-top.

You considered yourself a nyctophilia; you found comfort in the blank sheet of darkness that hung above you. Your eyes loved to trace the constellations of the stars and the hint of colors that painted the sky. Black, violet, blue. It somehow resembled the pirouetting emotions that bled through your heart and tinted your soul. You continued to walk down the empty road, which looked ever so serene with the blue undertones and dark shadows cast by the moon. Even if the night emitted tranquility, you still felt panic-stricken and agitated.

You felt bad because you haven't told Juno about your previous escapade with Baji and Chifuyu.

Yes, that's right.

Today was your last chance to do so. And you felt like if you have missed this opportunity, then you'd never get the chance to speak about it ever again.

Juno was going to move to another country.

Yes, that's right.

She wasn't missing nor did she run away nor was she dead. She was merely staying at home and organizing her things to pack inside a large Louis Vuitton suitcase when she migrates to somewhere else.

What else is a much more plausible reason than this?

You felt guilty because you haven't had the chance to talk to her for what felt like months now. You certainly missed her; you could only hope she feels the same towards you. She might be annoyed because you rubbed off as a bit clingy though. The fact that you hadn't talked to her for a straight week bothered you and so you decided to take action now- which was by running down towards her. For some reason, your feet didn't lead you to her apartment in Shinjuku, but to a specific rundown playground nearby. 

You didn't know why, you just felt like that was where you were supposed to be going.

No, that's not right.

You didn't know where you were going, only that your feet were moving on their own subconsciously towards a destination.

Yes, that's more like it.