Bright sunlight pouring in from the window finally manages to wake me up. I lazily rub my eyes while staring blankly at the glistening curtains wafting with the cold breeze. My mental acuity sharpens, and the first thing I notice is the absence of a particular male behind me. I quickly roll around and tap the hunter's half of the bed. Cold. My frown develops slowly, and my heart becomes heavy once more. I let out a heavy sigh and flip onto my back, covering my eyes with my arm.
Did it even happen? Or was it merely my wishful thinking..?
Something inside me tells me it was all real. Logan did come over just to check on me...and stayed when I begged him to...but only for a while.
Obviously he didn't stay for long.
Just began and I already am not feeling prepared to proceed with the day. Dragging myself out of bed feels like an arduous endeavor. After a lengthy moment of lingering in despair, I somehow coax myself into freshening up and taking a shower. I put on my clothes and gaze at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. The hunter that greets my vision looks downtrodden, filled with overwhelming feelings and turmoil that threatens to tug me back underneath the water.
The sudden grief that grabs me, compels me to nestle under the bedcovers once more. Contending with heartache and fatigue, which makes my body seem like iron, I stare at the ceiling. The silence around me becomes deafening.
When the pain in my stomach overtakes the discomfort in my heart, I slither out of bed and walk to the door. Traversing through the corridor and downstairs, I enter the dining area only to stop at the sight of the silver-haired male sitting at the head of the table. Possessing a fork and a knife, the hunter cuts the fried egg on his plate into fragments.
"Logan...", I call his name in disbelief. He looks up at me sternly from his meal, our gazes meeting. "You....you are...still here...", I mumble, wondering if I am dreaming.
"And you finally decided to come downstairs. I heard the shower stop almost an hour back.", Logan mutters. "Since you seemed to not be in a state to plan breakfast, I ordered some for us. I hope you're in the mood for eggs and bacon."
"O-Oh...I—", I blink, struggling to process the situation. With a shake of my head, I clear my mind, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting... I should have cooked for you..."
"You're not responsible for it.", the male simply states in a monotone before gesturing to the kitchen area, "Your portion is on the counter."
I choose to remain quiet and head straight to the kitchen. On the counter awaits the packaged food. Pulling a plate out, I unwrap the breakfast and serve it for me. I take the plastic bag to the garbage can and almost discard it when I spot the broken glass pieces inside it. My eyebrows elevate and I toss the plastic bag away before grabbing my plate and heading out to the dining table, where the male is still eating silently.
"You cleaned the floor?", I ask as I stand beside him.
Without sparing me a glance, Logan rumbles in a low voice, "Unlike you, I'm not a fan of glass shards in the soles of my boots." Feeling embarrassed, I take my seat next to him before uttering a faint expression of gratitude. "Was it just a fit of anger?", he abruptly asks, directing his piercing gaze to me, "Or a sudden impulse to carry out something reckless?"
Just the intensity of his attention causes my throat to become parched and I shake my head, "N-Nothing reckless... I promise."
"Good", he re-focuses his attention on his bacon, "You shouldn't even think of cutting yourself over something so trivial."
With my teeth clamping down onto the interior of my cheeks, I bow my head down, feeling overwhelmed. Trivial... Is that what my feelings are for him? Something inconsequential..?
