𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 & 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 27: ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ...?

(Heyyyyy, it's been a while. I know, but I promised, so here it is. I tried something a lil different tho. Hope it wasn't too much of a change. Enjoy!!!)

*I went back, and added a reference photo for how König carries the reader around for the majority of the time. I don't know the name for it 😭.*

3rd Person POV:

   "Stop. Get off me!" She said, pushing König away as he tried to embrace her. "Why are you like this, huh? Every time I leave you by yourself, you go fucking ballistic, like you don't know how to act. I'm so sick, and tired of dealing with this; with you!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in anger. "Why can't you just be normal? You're a grown ass man, act like one for god's sake." She told him. König could do nothing, but stand there with his mouth agape.

   He was covered head to toe in blood, and his mind was running a million miles per second. 'She doesn't like me anymore? Is she mad? What did I do wrong...?' He thought to himself. He tried reaching out to touch her again, but she snatched her arm away from him. "No, I'm done. I've tried to help you, but you're unfixable." She spat, each word serving as a brutal hit to his heart. 'I'm unfixable...? I killed that man for you, what was so wrong about that?' He asked himself.

   Even though he was devoid of normal human emotions, and couldn't understand the normal thinking process of others, he really was trying to figure out where he went wrong. He tried to open his mouth to explain himself. Maybe he could just lie, and tell her that the man came at him first, but when he tried to speak, nothing would legible would come out. "Belle-" He started, but she raised a finger to him as a silent way of quieting him. "Don't even try to lie to me, König. I saw the whole thing. You killed that man in cold blood." She told him, pointing down at the mangled corpse that used to be a human.

   König glanced down, and grimaced at the sight of it. Sure enough there was a corpse, a past-tense of a living, breathing, human being. Had he really done that?  He questioned himself. "I thought we were making progress, but I guess that was nothing but a facade." She scoffed, keeping an eerie calmness weaved into her voice. He watched as she whipped around, seemingly trying to leave; causing him to start walking after her to lessen the distance that she was desperately trying to put between them. 'No, no don't leave me. I need you.' He repeated in his head. He reached for her hand, and spun her around; at which, a hard slap was delivered to his cheek. "You fucking disgust me. Don't even show your face around me ever again....you murderer." She spat.

At which point he woke up...

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   He shot up, chest heaving, and sweating up a storm. The room was pitch black, except for the dim moonlight that creeped its way into his bedroom. 'Oh...it was just a nightmare.'  He said to himself, sighing, and running his hands through his hair. It felt all too real for it to have only been a dream. He looked down to see her curled up next to him, groaning in her sleep. A small grin crept up onto his lips, and he decided to lay back down as he realized he might've been disturbing her. However, before he did that, he reached over, and pressed the remote for his ceiling fan as he was still very much hot.

  He rolled back over, and seeped down underneath the covers, where he wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face into her belly. He was in dire need of comfort, but was too afraid to wake her up on the terms of just a mere nightmare. He knew he wasn't going back to sleep any time soon, so he reminisced on the night they previously shared, and tried his hardest not to think about that horrid dream he'd woken up from; not even ten minutes ago.

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First Person POV:

   As I desperately tried to sleep in on my free day, I found that I just couldn't. Unfortunately, due to my ridiculously early schedule that I made myself abide by on a daily basis, it was always hard to sleep in. Sighing in frustration, I opened my eyes, and felt something, no someone, clutching my waist. I started to sit up, and I looked down to see a big lump under the covers. Confused, I slowly peeled them back, and was met with quite an interesting sight.