The Mystery of a traveller.

Chapter 5

Stephanie's POV:-
I stripped happily as I prepared to have the time of my life because bathing has always been my haven, whether it's crying over things or shrieking at the top of my lungs when enraged, to pleasuring myself with deceptions of visually appealing boys. The water in the shower falls in a soothing cascade, hot and plentiful. All of the movements have a purpose and represent distinct feelings for the mind and body. Starting from the collision of the feet with the chilly ground, through the delicate touch of the warm water drops, to the last swipe of the towel on the skin, it is an adventurous voyage through the darkest places of the mind's palace.

After showering feeling completely relaxed, I changed into my nightwear and then sat on the bed waiting for Joshua to arrive. I was curious as to how he would look in my brother's clothes whom I had killed myself not a long ago.

His footsteps interrupted my introspection, and when I looked in the direction of the door, I saw a tantalizing view of Joshua's well-built body. He was wearing only the lower undergarments while his upper body was totally on display, his chiseled features and perfect beige skin tone messing with my mind in the wildest way possible.

I dragged myself back to reality and threw a pillow towards him because this isn't a view I was waiting for, "Bastard I gave you a whole ass chest of clothes and you still standing half-naked!" I yelled while concealing my red tomato face with the linen blanket. "C'mon, Cherry, don't pretend like you weren't just captivated by the view, and the people in our timeline mostly sleep naked" he stated casually while his steps came closer to bed.

I don't really like him, but every time he calls me cherry, my heart begins to cartwheel and I could listen to him call me that every second of my life without getting bored.

I feel him hovering over me as his lilac aroma enters my nostril. He slowly pulls the blanket away from my face, our eyes meeting, he deeply stares into my eyes with his beautiful hazel brown eyes that were holding a lot of emotions that I couldn't even comprehend but it feels like I am losing myself in those.

His hand tugged a strand of hair behind my ear then caressing my cheeks, his touch was so good it made me feel secure. "I enjoyed your flustered state just now." He said as he leaned in closer. "You don't have to be so harsh on yourself. You are already perfect as you are, just be yourself, and goodnight cherry, rest well." He spoke in my ear in his deep husky voice before kissing my forehead, his touch was strange yet incredibly warm.

My mind was blank, and my body was frozen by our proximity. I couldn't think of any coherent words or phrases. I could only feel his touch on my cheeks. I shut my eyes, gradually losing myself in his touch, I'm not sure what this feeling is, I've never liked anyone this close to me before, but his words are reassuring. His sudden assuring words without him having the knowledge of the entire truth about my past felt soo comforting. I always wanted to hear those words from someone. Someone who could once appreciate my existence and Joshua complied.

I opened my eyes, missing the previous contact of his touch, as he laid down alongside me, smiling softly with a dimple on his right cheek. I couldn't help but smile back. "Night, Josh" were the only words that came out. I turned to my left, my back facing him. I turned off the lights and then let sleep take over me.

Almost around sunrise, I heard whimpering from beside me it was Joshua. Perhaps, he is experiencing a nightmare. I wonder if he has been through the same shit as me. Is that the cause for this enigmatic attraction?
Our fucked up personal history has made us the demons we are.

Joshuas POV: -
I fell off to my slumber as I watched her back to me. The darkness swallowed me whole as I sank to the ground and pulled my knees into my chest. I blinked a few times to clear my vision, pinching the flesh of my forearm. Wake up, Joshua. Its not real, I whispered to myself, but it was no use. Nothing. The same as before. And each time before that, this was my Hell.

Tears streamed through my eyes, coating my cheeks as I screamed for someone to let me out, Begging anyone to come to my aid. My knuckles cracked open, and my palms became numb as I slammed my fists on the prison door.

I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the cramped space. My chest heaved as I struggled for air, fighting the wave of anxiety that ripped through my body like a hurricane. This was my retribution for my actions. I just wanted to seek vengeance for my father, the only person who cared about me, who provided me the ounce of love I needed, who was my everything to me but the beastly people from that night took my precious everything from me, it should have been them behind the bars, but instead, I am the one in this cold cell all alone.

Why do only the kindest people have to go through the cruelty of the world, why does it have to be my father who had to sacrifice, WHYY!!??