ROSE'S POV
My already bruised body is fighting the cold this savage night is gifting, while my mind is constantly flooding with memories I made with him. I'm afraid if I sit here for too long, I'll pass out because my whole body is hurting. It's in extreme pain.
Should I go out? But he asked me to hide here.
Dylan...
I knew his name before. It's all coming back now. I gasp shakingly realising I took him so wrong.
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Fighting the black curtains my mind was forcing upon my eyes, I figured out that I was being carried. Where am I being taken to? Disneyland? I open my eyes even more to access a clearer view of the castle. It is familiar.
Realising it is the mansion getting closer and closer to me, I turn to face my ride. King. I attempted to get down on my feet as the stairs were almost near.
"I'll put you down after these stairs, stop wobbling." His voice reaches my ears from afar.
As you say, captain.
I snuggle inside his soft suit again, his scent is mild and pleasant. I like it, a perfect environment to sleep in.
In a few blinks, he covered the stairs and put me down. To avoid falling, I stay intact to his arm. Plus my heels are broken and I don't know how to remove them.
"Hi, everyone, we're back!" I informed the mansion takers who didn't bother to look at us. How can they spend their lives staring at the same setting every day? Isn't it boring? Of course, it would be! They truly deserve a break.
"What time is it, Dylan?" I ask him as I immediately realise it's night. I just hope we're not past his dinner time.
"It's 2 a.m." He replies casually. A gasp escaped my lips in shock.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know how time passed so quickly. Tell me," I face him, trying to stay awake.
"What would you like to have for dinner?"
"What?" He lets out a surprised laugh.
"What?" I question him.
"You can't even stand without taking support, Rose." He laughs while continuing walking.
How can he say that? I leave his arm and stand on my feet, on my own.
"I can stand!" I spat. Please turn around quickly, I will fall any moment. As if listening to my internal pleadings, he turned around but continued walking.
"Very impressive." He claps mockingly.
"But can she walk?" He questions amusingly and I gulp inwardly. He stops walking backwards. He doesn't look so tall from such a distance.
"Obviously, she can!" I spat again and at the same second, I wobble. Fuck!
He suppressed a laugh and I chose to ignore it as well.
"Come here then," He points at the ground beside him.
"Why?"
"You said you can walk,"
"So? It doesn't mean I have to walk if I can walk!"
"Oh," He replies, imitating with empathy before approaching me. He is growing bigger and taller.
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Flower He Couldn't Pluck
Ficción GeneralIt's a story of two people living on different sides of the same dimension. She dreaded his world, and he envied hers. She reminded him of a life he had loved once, cherished once. And he reminded her of a life she escaped once, feared once. A pret...