ᴍᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢʙɪʀᴅ | ᴋᴀᴢ ʙʀᴇᴋᴋᴇʀ

prologue

Soheila sat on Kaz's windowsill, reading a book he had stolen for her a few days ago. She vaguely remembered pointing it out to him, telling him she liked the cover. The last thing she expected was for him to actually steal it for her.

She smiled as she replayed the memory in her head, glancing at Kaz. He sat at his desk, looking through papers, The usual. She thought.

She checked the time, 11:34pm. "I better go, if my father finds out I'm not in he'll be furious." She stated, closing her book and getting up.

Kaz didn't reply, too invested in his work. She sighed, unlocking the door to open it. "Wait." He whispered, looking up.

She stopped and turned around, looking at him. Strands of hair fell over his forehead, he looked tired. She furrowed her eyebrows, hand still on the doorknob.

"Stay." He whispered, dropping his head down.

"What if my-"

"He won't." He reassured. It almost sounded like a threat. Has he done something? She questioned in her head. She'd rather not ask.

"The guards?" She asked.

"I took care of it."

She decided not to question it further, the worst possibility was that her father was dead, and what was so bad about that? Secretly, she sort of hoped he was.

She kicked off her shoes and sat down on his bed, sneaking another glance at him. He wore a black button up shirt and trousers. His coat, vest, and gloves were discared to his side. His top two buttons were undone, and in that moment, she wondered if she was only person who has seen Kaz like that.

He seemed more comfortable with her than anyone else, and she wasn't sure why. He stood up slowly, walking towards her and sitting next to her. He checked her body for bruises, something he did regularly because of her father, but his eyes always seemed to linger on one spot. The small scar on her neck.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking in moments like this, she knew he hated her father, but he couldn't do anything about it, and he seemed to hate himself a little for it.

She looked down, almost missing the way his hand reached out to her, but he immediatley pulled it back. She knew how hard it was for him, not being able to touch people. She respected his boundaries, but she never missed how his hand would reach out for her every now and then, only to be pulled back almost immediatley.

"Goodnight, Kaz." She said, standing up and going to her armchair in the corner of his room, where she used to sleep before Kaz had given her her own room, but sometimes she preferred to be with him.

"Night." He mumbled, she could only just hear him, and she let out a small smile, before sitting down and drifting to sleep.

When Soheila woke up, Kaz was gone. She checked all around The Slat for him, he was nowhere. She went home, deciding she would try to find him later on. When she saw her father, she noticed his knuckles were dripping with blood, and his clothes were drowned in it.

She hadn't dared to ask who's it was, she just walked away to her room. It had been two weeks since then, and every single day she went to The Slat and asked for Kaz. But every single day she got the same stupid excuses.

'He's busy', 'He can't see you right now' , 'He's not in.' Soheila wasn't a fool. She knew they were all lies, and it hurt more and more to keep hearing them. So that's why she stopped coming.

Now

She hadn't seen Kaz in a little over a year, she rarely thought about him, but right now was one of the rare times she did. The way he spoke to her when they were alone, his voice soft and kind instead of cold and raspy. The way she could make his lips quirk up into somewhat of a smile at the stupid jokes she told. The way he would steal everything she liked for her.

Her cheeks heated up, and she found herself twisting the bracelet Kaz had got her for her 15th birthday on her wrist. She quickly removed the thoughts from her head and carried on with her day, she couldn't let him distract her.

But one thought always lingered in the back of her mind, Will I ever see him again? That was a question only time could answer.