𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 [Kenma x Reader]

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ⌫

⋆Quote from a novel by Donna Tartt, "The Goldfinch".

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This time I wake up in an embrace.
It feels like paradise. I normally hate waking up, but I'd kill just to wake up like this everyday until I decease.

He's already awake and playing around with his fingers softly on my shoulder.
"Morning." He greets when he notices I'm awake.

"Hey." I smile and lean my head on him again after realising he had earphones coming out of his ears and plugged into his phone.
"You can connect that with the speaker." I offer.

"Is your speaker 'Aizawa is daddy'?" He reads the name of my speaker from the Bluetooth thingy on his phone.

"That's the one." I confirm smirking.

He chuckles as the music from his phone starts playing through the speaker, making it audible for the both of us.

Now we sat there, hearing the sweet sounds of rain gently knocking on the lucid window; the faint music served as background noise making the moment more enticing.
With the caring stokes of Kenma's kind hands wrapped around my shoulders I feel in a complete state of tranquility.

I wish this could last forever.

Forever, a word which describes an impossible thing.
You can never make something last forever, no matter how much you wish you could. It'll rot with time, maybe fade or vanish.

Even something you wish will last forever because it makes you happy and fulfilled now, you won't enjoy it until the end. It'll become normal, boring, basic, habitual. It won't make you feel the same forever. Not even it's memory can make you feel the same. It'll always end up by giving you a sense of nostalgia - another feeling people see as something good when it's not like that at all. Besides, the memory will dissipate with time anyways.

♥⌫

He stayed with me the whole day.

We showered, cooked and helped with each other's homework.

It's now evening and we ordered some sushi. We built a pillow fort together and we'll be having a movie night.

Just him and I, wrapped in some blankets while snuggling onto each other and some cozy pillows and drinking some wine.

I later looked at him in the middle of the movie.
My only thought was: 'Is he mine, like I'm his?'. I felt as though he was mine, so I didn't ask.
I didn't think it would be important to put us into words when we both know what we want.

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Dearest readers,
Small chapter, my apologies.