𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮...
In which a 28 year old American girl meets a 46 year old Irish celebrity, where they bond over loss and learn to love again.
First Installment of the Auden & Cillian series *UNDERGOING EDITS!*
TW: Age Gap...
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Present Day, December 2nd
It early in the morning, so early that the sun hadn't even risen yet. Auden was laying in her bed and staring up at the ceiling. She was naked, wrapped under a baby blue fluffy blanket with Cillian asleep at her side. Auden had managed a few hours of sleep, but her body had forced her awake as if the memories had been engrained into her movements regarding this day.
She could hear her clock ticking a few feet away. Tik, tok, tik, tok...it was the only sound in the room apart from Cillian's soft snores. She felt her fingers begin to play with the stands of fluff on the blanket as she laid there, eyes fixated on the ceiling.
The clock continued. In her head, it was counting down. Counting down to the time that served as a reminder of what was lost. What she would never get back.
Tik, tok, tik, tok...
Auden waited for tears to come. She wanted to cry. She felt like she needed to, but they weren't coming. Instead, she grew increasingly frustrated. Auden had cried so many time over her dad's death, why couldn't she cry now?
Tik, tok, tik, tok...
She was angry now. Why couldn't she cry? Her father deserved that much — to be mourned on the anniversary of his passing by his only daughter.
But she was always mourning — constantly. Today was the reminder that what she was grieving over was real. Yet here she was, unable to bring tears that she so desperately wanted to shed.
Tik, tok, tik, tok...
Auden let out a frustrated sigh before sitting up abruptly. She gripped the blanket to her chest to avoid exposing herself, though she had no reason to. Her cat, who had been at the foot of her bed, jumped from her sudden movement.
Her eyes fixated on the clock that hung on the wall across from her bed. She saw the clock hands move in their rhythmic circle, unaware of it's effect on her. It needed to stop.
