Behind a Broken Mirror

Chapter 6

Here I am, sitting on a nicely made bed in Karls guest room. He offered me some clothes if I'd wanted to change, and in the heat of that moment, I'd took them.

So now I'm in his hoodie, and his shorts. Luckily I already wear mens shorts a lot, so I know how to adjust to them. Me and Karl weren't way off in height, just 5 inches, so adjusting wasn't too bad.

It did feel weird though. I'd only ever wore past boyfriends clothes or Koda's occasionally, but Karl wasn't my boyfriend. He wasn't Koda either. Yet, maybe I want him to be one of those.

No. Nobody will ever be Koda, not even close. Then do I want him to be my boyfriend? I can't, we've only known each other for a week. Well, two days if you only count our in-person days.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door opened, and Karl came in with a cup. He smiled softly, setting it on the bedside table.

"I made tea." He says quietly, and I smile.

He's so sweet, but it feels like there's so much more. Like there's just something people haven't been seeing.

For instance, how he always looks on the verge of fainting. How he wears hoodies and sweaters that look big on him but are his size. How his kitchen looks untouched but he says he uses it so often, yet doesn't like to clean.

Maybe I'm just overreacting. I tend to do that alot, especially recently. It just doesn't feel right. Maybe I should make him breakfast tomorrow?

Yeah, I'll do that. I will have to wake up early, since we're streaming at seven, but that's okay. It's worth the exhaustion. Especially if it's for Karl.

I glance up at the now closed door. The light from the hallway under the door disappears. Every noise slowly fades, and eventually, it's silent.

I fall back on the silk red bed sheets. My hands reach out, grabbing the blanket and lazily covering up. I lay there, staring at the grim ceiling.

Eventually, I let my eyes slip shut. My mind swarms, like a dog chasing its tail. I can feel the pain in my stomach slowly fading. My mind finally settles down.

It's empty as it slips. Like a bird falling from the sky. When it hits the ground, I shoot up in a cold sweat. I'm panting, clutching the blankets tightly.

What the hell just happened?