𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 「𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇」

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ -None-

You grumble and turn in the soft, silky sheets as memories begin to trickle back into your mind. With a sudden burst of energy, you shoot off the bed, scanning the room frantically. Then, you feel a weight against your side and look over to see a familiar sight: Fat Nuggets, the beloved piglet from your time in Hell.

"Fat Nuggets?" you exclaim, surprised and delighted to see him. He struggles to climb onto your lap, his little wings flapping like a hummingbird as he reaches you. You hold him close, marveling at the intricate patterns of his fur and the warmth of his presence.

As you and Fat Nuggets settle down, a nagging realization dawns on you: Adam, your loyal companion, is nowhere to be found. Panic begins to rise within you as you search the room, but there's no sign of him. With a furrowed brow and a determined spirit, you know you must find him, no matter the challenges ahead.

Wrapped in the sheets with Fat Nuggets trailing behind you, you make your way toward the kitchen, guided by the faint strains of a guitar drifting through the air. A smile tugs at your lips as you recognize the familiar melody, a soothing balm to your troubled mind.

Entering the spacious penthouse area, you spot Adam seated on the couch, his back to you as he strums the guitar with quiet concentration. You move silently, careful not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that surrounds him. Step by step, you approach, the soft carpet muffling the sound of your footsteps as you draw nearer.

You circled around the couch until Adam finally caught sight of you, his whole body jumping in surprise, causing a small screech from the guitar. "Jesus, can't scare a guy like that. Almost hurt the poor girl," he exclaimed, referring to his guitar as if it were a living being. You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes.

Sitting down next to him, you couldn't ignore the fact that you were covered by nothing but your bedsheets. Adam's smirk grew as he took in the sight.

"Mind playing me something on 'her', if she doesn't mind that is," you joked, gesturing to the guitar. Adam's smirk widened into a grin at your playful request.

As Adam adjusted his guitar, you took the opportunity to lay your head gently on his lap. At first, he froze in surprise, but then he carefully set the guitar behind your head, his fingers poised over the strings.

With practiced ease, he began to pluck at the cords, each note resonating softly through the room. The familiar melody filled the air, weaving its way into your soul with its gentle rhythm. Adam played with a tenderness that spoke volumes, each strum and pluck a testament to the emotions swirling within him.

The song was soft and slow, a soothing lullaby that enveloped you in its embrace. It didn't hurt your ears; instead, it was perfect, like a warm embrace on a cold night. Fat nuggets curled up against your stomach, poking and prodding at it then walking in circles to lay down.

As Adam continues to play, you hum along, feeling a sense of tranquility settle over you both. His music wraps around you like a comforting embrace, and for those fleeting moments, everything else fades away. When the song ends, you're reluctant to break the spell, but reality beckons.

"Stay with me like this forever," Adam murmurs, and you can't help but smile at his words. However, duty calls, and you gently remind him of the need to leave.

"Doesn't sound all that bad, right? Just you and me, here for a couple of days...weeks," he suggests, drawing out the idea, but you know you can't linger.

"As great as that sounds, we need to go," you reply, maintaining your smile even as Adam's grip on you tightens, his calm demeanor fracturing.

"What do you mean go?" he asks, his voice betraying his anxiety. You reassure him softly, feeling the tension ease as you kiss him, the moment turning into something deep, loving, and intense.