𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉,
𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙
𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉?
♮.
❝You've lightened my darkness up, sunflower. I get lost in your deep...
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DAY TWO.
I don't know how people who sleep on the couch do it, but as someone who never had the chance to sleep on one, I'm actually loving the fucking couch. I glanced at the clock, four thirty-two a.m. Fuck, I need to sleep.
Oceana has been an angel for the past two days. We have five more days together, and I can't wait to spend it with her again.
The night has been quiet, all I can hear is Oceana's mumbling.
Fuck.
Is she having another nightmare?
Standing up from the couch, I dashed to the bed. Oceana's little figure made me feel so big, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was wake her up from whatever the fuck was killing her inside. But, how do I fucking do that?
I went closer to the bed, scared to touch her. Examining her, I noticed that her hands were turned into a fist. Sitting down on the bed, I touched her hand.
She took it, holding it tighter, a small whimper left her mouth. Her eyes opened, like everything in the world was okay.
"Nicolas?"
"Hey. Another nightmare?" I asked softly.
The moon was bright enough for me to get my answer. A small nod from her killed me again. All I wanted to do was ruin them all, break them, kill them all.
"You make them go away." she whispered. I chuckled.
How can a nightmare make other nightmares disappear? I was supposed to be a monster who she should be scared of, but here I am... being the reason why her nightmares fade. Fucking hell.
"Do you want a drink?" I asked. I didn't want to go anywhere, I wanted to stay with her.
Shaking her head, she made some room on the side of where I sat. She tapped it with her other hand, three times.
"Stay, sleep here."
I blinked.
Oceana's been good to me, to the point where she doesn't give a fuck if I ruined her. I'm scared of leaving her all alone in this world full of darkness and blood. But then again, my world is harsher, worst. Only monsters can exist in my world, and I won't turn her into one. I haven't even thought of what her future would look like with me, fuck. I was too busy looking at her that I forgot she had her own responsibilities, and I have mine.
What happens when this vacation ends? Do I fucking stop talking to her? Will that be an easy fucking step for me? She's twenty-three, there's a lot of good choices to make, she still has a long way to go. I won't let her stick around with someone like me, fuck. I'm old, and fucked up.
Will she let me let her in? Can we learn each other in just five days? Overthinking never became a problem for me, but now? I'm fucked. All I can taste is bitterness, and I want it gone. I want it away. That slight pang I felt on my chest needs to fucking go away when I think of leaving Oceana. I need to fucking kiss her.
