Stitching Hearts [Hoennshipping]

Slivered

May's Point Of View

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Cold. I felt cold. It was as if I were just laying in the middle of a blizzard, waiting to freeze to death. My vision was black, dark, shadowed─ blocked by something cold. In fact, it felt almost like a liquid, wrapped together in a tiny barrier of its own. Confusion, terror, agony─ those three emotions were what made up my body at this moment. I dared make a move, fingers wiggling as to see if I could feel them. Indeed, the numbness had vanished. I suppressed a sigh of relief, hand making its way up to meet with the unknown object that blocked my vision. I gently picked it up by the tip, slowly dragging it down and letting it stay upon my chest.

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Carefully, delicately; my eyes flung open. My vision was blurry, the very lids of my eyes wet from the coldness. I could feel my hair no longer in the pigtails that I usually put them in, bringing them to the front and fixing the top. As suspected, the area was dark from what I could make out. Once my gaze had cleared up, I found myself staring up at a ceiling, the ceiling of a house that wasn't at all mine. A spark of realization hit me right in the eye and I sprang up from where I was sprawled on a bed. The covers had been put on right beneath my chest, the warmth quickly decreasing as I let my legs dangle off the bedside.

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What is this place, I wondered, this isn't where I live.

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A tingling feeling known as curiosity told me to rise off and explore the place, and it's exactly what I did. The room I was currently in had red walls, stapled posters of all kinds filling in the missing places. The bed covers were blue, a desk in the corner, and a TV right in front of the bed. It looked as if this room could be owned by a male. I wrinkled my nose in disgust before making my way out the doorway and into a hallway. Another bedroom was located just in front of the previous one, though I didn't dare look, for it was an invasion of a home that wasn't mine. It'd be impolite to look through the house!

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A bathroom was just near, almost where the hallway would end. As soon as it did, I was met with the kitchen and the living room. It was much more beautiful than anything that I would own in my own dwelling. The rooms were a light-grey color, couches white with black pillows. The additions of a rug and frames were white and black. Overall, everything just seemed to fit nicely with each object. Then something, no─ someone, caught my eye.

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Brendan Birch.

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His body rose and fell as he breathed softly, small snorts exiting through his nostrils as he slept. His mouth parted slightly, allowing the oxygen to enter through his mouth; yet make no sound. I carefully glanced at his soft skin, lips smooth and─ kissable? Perhaps. I felt my cheeks burn at the thought, eyes shutting and lips pressing together in attempt to forget the dirty thought. His eyes blinked a few times, his fingers and hands twitching. He laid on a pillow, the same white hat still settled on his head messily. From what I could remember, he still wore the same thing as toward yesterday. I stood there quietly, eyes examining closely at the sleeping frame. It wasn't soon until I suddenly kneeled down toward his height, elbows settling onto the free space on the couch, letting my chin lay upon my palm.

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Was it creepy for me to be watching him sleep? Brendan looked adorable, for his face was peaceful, almost like a child's. My hand rose to mess with a strand of hair that covered his eyes, shifting it over and behind his ear. My lips formed upward into a smile.