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Chapter seventeen | The Memory

Chapter 17 | The Memory

NEVAEH STOLLY

When I arrive in Zaiah's room, I see him sleeping, the blanket being crumpled and his white T-shirt raised, indicating a beautiful view of his abdomen.

He looks so innocent and for a few moments, I forget about the world and am too focused on him.

His face is no longer so tired, his scratches look as if they are perfectly suitable for him and do not make him any less beautiful, his ruffled hair that touches his face does not seem to bother him.

Now that I've taken a picture in my mind, it's time to ruin his beauty sleep.

I walk with small steps towards him, not wanting to wake him up nor to force myself too hard and I take my phone out of the pocket of my dress.

I open YouTube and start the song Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley, give the sound to the maximum and place it near his ear.

It doesn't take long for him to open his eyes and look alarmed through the room.

I laugh at his reaction and the way he looked at me. "You slept too much so I wanted to wake you up."

"I didn't sleep much," a little grin appeared on his face and he kept talking. "I saw you staring at me and I said to let you finish."

My smile disappeared and I panicked. My first thought is to hit him in his broken leg and run away.

"I thought you had something on your face. I wasn't staring at you." I shrug and break the visual contract with him.

I hear him laughing. "Whatever you say, Neve."

He gets out of bed and takes his crutches with him. "You can stay here until I take a bath. Don't go through my stuff!" He gives me a serious look and I just nod and he goes to the bathroom.

The first thing I do is look through the cupboards on his nightstand.

The first drawer. Nothing interesting; bills, papers and so on.

The second drawer. Some rings, sunglasses and pens.

The third drawer. And the most interesting. Lots of paper rings, a box, a single pen, and a hair tie.

I don't touch the box because it seems pretty personal to him. But I sit on the bed and look at the paper rings.

Some are white, some are blue, some are black, some are red, some are green, and so on. Some are heart-shaped and some are butterfly-shaped. The most interesting ones are the ones star-shaped.

I know that a few years ago, I knew how to do them. But now if someone gives me a piece of paper and tells me to make a paper ring or else they kill me, I'd probably draw some pancakes and hope they have a soft spot for pancakes.

When I am about to close the drawer, a certain ring jumps out at me. My name and Zaiah's name are written on the ring.

I lift the ring and bring it close to my eyes to analyze it better. The writing is clearly mine.

So Zaiah is not some obsessed guy. Good thing I clarified that.

But I can't remember where this ring is from.

"You're the one who showed me how to make paper rings." Zaiah's voice comes from behind me and I quickly hide the ring and get out of bed.

"You don't have to hide it, Neve. I've already seen you have it." He says softly and starts to fix his bed a little, then sits down on it again.