𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 & 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 24: ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ

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(Hey....I know it's been a while, but I really ran out of ideas for this chapter. Also, I'm very sorry about the false update yesterday, I still had this is in the very early stages of a draft, I was so sleepy, I thought the publish button was the save- When I tell you I screamed- But yeah I woke up this morning to not very happy people, so I'm very sorry about that!! As you can see I got my ideas back, so on with the story!Enjoyyyy!!!)

*Special thanks to all of the people who helped support, and offered to help with ideas during my little session of writers block. Love you guys sm 💕 unknown_clowner good luck on your tests pook <3*

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   I glanced over at a nearby clock that was planted on a wall across from me; '7:15 pm' it read. I had been standing there for a whole fifteen minutes. With each extra minute that passed, I felt more and more of my patience slowly leaving my body. 'What the hell was he doing back there? Should I go check on him? No, no that's invading his privacy. I would've called out to him a long time ago if he didn't look like he was going to cry. Fuck, I'm so tired.'  I thought to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose, and groaning.

   I let my head lull forward, and out of pure boredom I began wandering around, what looked to be his den or living room. I knew that this was disrespectful on some degree, but I also knew that if I stood in that same spot for any longer, I would for sure pass out from sheer exhaustion; I was going on the third day without proper sleep. As I walked around the room, I took note of the rather simplistic layout of the whole thing. It was dark, but I could make out quite a lot, mainly because of the lamp that stood in the corner of the room. There were books, loads of them, all neatly tucked away in some glass, vintage-looking bookcases.

   Pictures were scattered in collages along the walls. 'When did he have time to decorate all of this? This is only a temporary stay for him after all....so why put so much effort into this?' I thought to myself, as I scanned the highly decorated wall. One picture in particular caught my attention, and I paused. It was a picture of a young lady holding a little boy. She was pretty, and to say they were identical wouldn't be a lie. Both of them had light brown hair, and a pair of strikingly blue eyes. 'God does have his favorites, tsk.' I thought to myself, letting a tiny smile pierce through my lips.

   "Liebling...?" König's voice rung out from behind me, and I whipped around instantly. "Hey....you ready?" I asked, crossing my arms. He nodded, slinging a large duffle bag over his shoulder. "What were you looking at?" He asked, flipping on the actual light, and illuminating the entire room. "Oh....um nothing really. Just got bored, and saw some nice pictures." I said, feeling the embarrassment of being caught snooping around. He made his way over to me, "Which one were you looking at?" He asked, seemingly curious.

   I turned around to face the wall again, and after a quick scan, I spotted it. "Oh..this one." I said, pointing up at the picture I was examining a few minutes ago. He reached up, and unhooked it from the wall, bringing it down, and into closer view. "Ah, that...is me, and my mutter. I was three at the time, and she was 19." He explained. "She's very pretty, König." I said, smiling up at him. "Mm, she is." He said, softly staring down at the picture, before handing it over to me. I took it, but with a confused look plastered onto my face. "You can have it." He said, looking down at me with soft, warm eyes.

   I was shocked beyond belief. "No, it's fine. I don't wanna take a picture that might be prescious to you." I said, trying to hand the picture back to him. "It is important to me, but i'd feel really nice if you were to have it. Keep it safe for me." He said, his eyes smiling down at me the entire time. Before I even had the chance to counter his statement, he swiveled on his heel, and walked out of the room completely. Leaving me there looking dumbfounded, while holding a picture of him, and his mother. After a few moments of trying to figure out how to hang it back on the wall, I gave up, and tucked the picture close to my chest.