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Chapter 11

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A/n - 5296 words.

Hello everybody, this chapter took me nearly a month to write. I felt that I needed to take the time to structure and craft it out, which was hard when was hit with a terribly sickness and struggled with balancing a full time job.

Life. Yay.

Anyway, I tried to keep everyone updated with comments and messages on this story and in my announcements. So hopefully some of you saw that.

Thanks for all the love and support. 2 thousand reads is such a tremendous achievement for me, I feel like I should pull a Y/n and start dancing.

Until next time, enjoy.

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Chapter 11 - A Fresh Start

The next morning approaches, signalled by the glimpses of sunlight shining through the drawn curtains. Y/n's eyes adjust to the light and he slowly feels every inch of his body start up. Once his left arm wakes up, it feels heavy and uncomfortable.

Curious and still half-asleep, Y/n sluggishly tilts his head to the side and see's the cause behind his confined arm. Margot lies on it, her peaceful and calm face inches away from his own. Her mouth barely opened, letting out small, soft cycles of air that gave him a nice breeze over his face to start the morning.

He carefully moves his arm out from under her and begins to slide out of bed, she softly sighs and rolls over to the now unoccupied area, her face now buried in the pillows and her whole body spread out across the bed.

Y/n lifts off the bed and gives his body the time to ease into the morning, he makes his way out of the room as quietly as possible and before he leaves the room he turns to give a last look at Margot, admiring her beauty even when she's dreaming and in a rather difficult state given that her wounds from last night are still visible.

He gently closes the door to let her rest before walking away and into the kitchen.
The kitchen lights are on, which shines into the living room and will touch Y/n's bedroom door. Nate will already be up, sure enough he's there sitting on a stool eating a bowl of cereal which he's placed on the kitchen counter.

Nate glances at Y/n when he enters, Y/n greets him with a minor smile, walking past him and opening the fridge.

"Morning," Nate responds, while spoonfuls of cereal enter his mouth. "how did you sleep?"
He asked, Y/n searched for a container of milk.

"Like a baby." Y/n said.

"Babies, like normal human beings, change their clothes before bed." Nate said, earning a small scoff from Y/n. Their voices are respectfully quiet.

Y/n pulls the container out, and opens a cupboard full of mugs.
"Yes, well," He says, grabbing an epic looking Pineapple patterned mug. "we fell asleep pretty much instantly"

Nate stops and stirs his cereal, clearly something troubles him.
Y/n pays little attention, "Want some tea?" He asked, turning on the kettle and preparing a cup of tea for himself.
"Nah, I already had some." Nate replied. Y/n has his back turned to him, unaware that Nate is looking in his direction with deep thought.

Nate finally builds up enough strength to express his mind, "What - - happened last night?" He hesitantly asked.

As the kettle starts to boil, Y/n takes the opportunity to look at Nate, he leans against the counter with his arms crossed.
"I really don't know." Y/n admits, his voice furthur hushed. "I'll talk to her about it later." He said, as Nate nodded in reply.