I awoke the next morning to sore aching hands, and a soft breath on my neck, arms around my waist.
"Haze?" I said a bit louder. Only to hear a sleepy groan from behind me.
What was he still doing here. He has his own room, own bed, and plenty of other people to talk to. Why wouldn't he just go away.
I shut my eyes sucking in an annoyed breath.
"Get away from me" I murmured, quiet hesitantly as if I didn't want him to hear me but I needed to say it. Nothing. No sound. No response. I felt his arm tighten around me and I fought back a gag
I didn't want him touching me, I didn't want anything or anyone touching me for that matter.
"I said get the fuck off me" I hissed, annoyed that he was completely disregarding what I'd said.
I stood up shoving him out of the bed, I huffed as I put my hands in my hair and groaned. Why wouldn't he go away, I was so sick of all the clingyness and that random affections.
I looked at his face, shocked he stared at I couldn't really read his face nor did I care to.
"I don't know why you're here, or what you want from me, but I don't love you, I don't care for you, get the fuck out" I hissed out every word with a new found venom.
He teared up, I flet a pang in my chest, ignoring it for mistaken rage I glared.
"But I-" He choked
"No, get out" I looked away from him. I didn’t care if he cried, I didn't care I didn't no I couldn't.
I watched him leave, glaring coldly I scoffed and shut the door.
Over the few few weeks following Haze left gifts helpless attempts at gaining my forgiveness, I didn't have time for his desperation. I had a mission the prepare for.
