A slow burn romance story illustrating the collision of two different worlds.
In the enchanting world of "Midnight Muse," bubbly and innocent Aurelia, a talented painter with an affinity for pastel dreams, finds herself colliding with the rugged an...
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AURELIA
I toss and turn, the feeling of a fever making me hold the blanket up to my chin to soothe the way my body shivered.
"Good morning, Bunny," I squeeze my stuffed bunny to my chest and soak up all the love I poured into her from the last hug I gave her.
I think Bunny is a sponge for my love. When I hug her she keeps all my love stored inside of her and saves it for me for when I feel sad and need some extra kindness.
The sudden feeling of anxiety brewed in my stomach at the unfamiliar setting,the fear of uncertainty making me feel nauseous.
Tears begin to tickle my waterline, making me scurry to my feet as I try to recall the events of last night.
"Aurelia," Atticus walks inside the room I'm in and I immediately turn around as to make sure he didn't see the state I was in.
I completely forgot he took care of me last night.
What an angel! I wonder if men like him exist.
Atticus stands in front of me, his fingers holding my chin and making me look upwards as he examines my face. "What are these tears for?" His voice is gentle and soothing to the ears, making my legs feel like jello.
My head shakes back and forth as I clutch Bunny closer to myself, a futile attempt at trying to feel secure in my state of anxiety.
Atticus doesn't speak and instead, nods. He then hummed, allowing me to find comfort in his understanding of the state I was in.
"Come," he heads out the door, his fingers beckoning me over to follow him.
I knew to respect others privacy which is why I wasn't ogling his home? Second home? Didn't he live in my old building?
The wooden oak steps of the pent house didn't have a railing which paralysed me at the top. Does he expect me to teleport downstairs? I'll die if I attempt to go down these steps.
Atticus tilts his head, motioning for me to go in front of him.
"Be brave, Aurelia. Be a brave girl, you can do it," I quietly whisper to myself before sitting down on the steps and deciding to descend that way.
I know I probably looked silly and the fear of that made my anxiety so much worse, although I couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of myself when I made it to the last step.
