Thats Not my Neighbor. (Francis x y/n 1st person)

A Fatal Choice.

That same rhythmic beat plays in my ears as my eyes flutter open. I can hear it traveling from the back of my head to my ears. It's soothing.

.. .. .. ..

it beats like a resting heartbeat. Over and over and over, in the same slow pace. Light doesn't peak through the curtains, so it's still late if not very early morning. I really thought I slept for a while, I guess not.

I try to sit up. A sip of water would help, my throat is dry but not sore as it was before. I don't feel sick anymore, now that I think about it. I think i'm okay now. But I can't sit up. I won't even budge. Why?

Wait, what? I'm ...spooning with Francis. Okay, I kind of knew that, hearing the heartbeat and all. Awkward, a little, but it might just be my mind overthinking every little thing. Might just be me. But what if he woke up? Oh, i'm overthinking this to. But he has his arm securely wrapped around my waist, different from last time. Did he do this in his sleep? Did he do it on purpose?

I'd like to think he did it in his sleep, maybe he was reaching for a pillow to hug or maybe before I started sleeping here the cats slept in the bed, and he thought I was one of them. But i'm not cat shaped, so I throw that theory out of my head.

Did he hear me when I mumbled 'I love you'? I hope he didn't hear it. What if he heard it, and this is his response? Cuddling me tightly, making sure I won't move.

Ugh, i'm thirsty though. At this point we should just make it official. We've already said our 'I love you' to each other, we sleep in the same bed, but I feel that we would be moving too fast. We've just gotten to know each other this week, otherwise we would just give each other a quick glance when we pass in the hall.

His grip tightens but not so his arm is uncomfortably screwed around my body, more like he was trying to keep something in place. I guess i'm not getting water tonight. I try my best to fall asleep again, resting my eyes, clearing my mind, focusing only on that stupid rhythmic thud that makes  butterflies in my stomach.

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Later on, when I wake up for a second time, it's daylight. Ribbons of sunshine pass through the glass on this dry November day. He is no longer holding me, instead he's facing straight up with his eyes still shut.

Not even 5 minutes later of me staring at him, his obnoxious alarm goes off, and it takes more than 2 minutes for him to wake up. That's actually crazy, I didn't know waking up could take this long. Honestly. It's not even funny.

I'm already up and swinging my legs over the bed when he groans and I hear a thud. I whip my head around and I don't see him. Must've fallen on the floor. Ha. Wish I saw that.

I let out a scoff and proceed to walk over to him. He's on his side. Either he has no motivation to get up or he's still asleep. I kick his side softly.

"I'm getting up, i'm getting up." He says, then mumbles something incoherent and I walk away. Man, I really don't want to go to my job anymore. I really don't want to. But I have to. It's so boring, though. Ugh.

I take a quick shower. Nothing special. I get dressed into the olive dress. The texture irks me a little bit, but it's pretty so i'll let it slide. I leave the bathroom after I brush my teeth, well not really I just put toothpaste on my finger and moved it around in a brushing motion. I did that at a friend's house once. It was weird.

I'm getting side tracked. Once i'm done getting ready I have a little over 20 minutes of extra time. I don't have anything to do.

Not making up my mind in the second I stepped out of the bathroom, I slide my feet against the floor until I reach the rug, where the texture changes into a grainy, light but bumpy feeling against the softness of the soles of my feet.