Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

8

The stinging pain I felt when I blink and get back to the paper layed on my desk. The drying eyeballs of mine relentlessly harrasing the paper into a staring contest and my mind slowly pulling me to a hypnotized state.

  Who in the world left this.

I swear I don't have staring problems but the night I found the paper slide down the cracks of my apartment door it dawn on me like a cold blanket, like a morning water being splashed to the already warm body.
It sent goosebumps to my body as I recall that time. But with no one as a suspect I couldn't help but stare at the paper not standing up from the chair in defeat as if I'm interrogating the poor scrap.
I swear, Konig's habit is so easy to pick up.

I finally take a deep breath and it came out strained from being quiet inhale-exhale.
   "I give up." I shake my head to my murmur and push my desk chair as I get up from seating. The stranous feeling of my leg run up to my thigh, electrifying, the numbness as if the blood just rush down the opposite way from being folded too much.
I glance back down the paper and my nose wrinkled. Shit. The sight of it annoys me because it happen the day when Dane and her stalker, trespass her place and put the horrid and ridicoulous things in her living room bursting her to tears because of her OCD.
My hand land to my table and slide the paper down to the edge of the desk in a swift motion, my hand immediately fist the paper into wrinkled and crushed before stepping the pedal of my wooden style trash bin and throw the damn thing with haste.

Enough of that. Nothing will ever come of me staring the paper down as if laser will magically appear to my eyes and burn it to smattering.

Days passed, and I came to my table in work with a styrofoam places beside my mini cactus. On top of it is a pink familiar sticky note, meet me later 10pm. With a devil emoji drawing. My brow raise intrigue and my head raise to scan the office to see a strand of my friend going about but I don't even see a hair of her. I sigh and take a look at the food she left, a healthy breakfast food and it bring a sweet smile to my lips as I put my bag down to my desk chair.

  She is back alright.

I did not expect her to be this quick in her recovery. This did not happen one time but this is the second.  The first being her overwhelm by her work and her personal life colliding, the reason was her Ex who has been with her longer before she started working in this small company. The moment she strive and see her late in work to finish backlogs was also the same similar nights she stayed behind the office and the last person to come out, crying her eyes out. Mess mascara and a sunglasses prepared to cover the evidence of  her tears. I caught her red handed when I forgot my phone at my desk.
Her desk is not as far to mine but because she was the only person left in that office floor and her lights still on, spotting her isn't hard. By that, we came to know each other and confide to each other. The warmness made my heart felt light and smile to myself as I started the monitor screen and on everything to start working. It is a nostalgic feeling, her leaving food that she made, make my entire body  giddy in a warm sensation starting from my stomach and slowly spreading first to my chest.

Set papers to the side and materials that I needed to finish at the other. I slide my radiation glasses, the bright light covered to a warm tone as I refocus to the task at hand. The notification pop out to my email that is always open at the corner tab caught my eyes. After my finger type the needed words to the excel, I take a pause and work my mouse towards the email, anticipating an email from the higher up in regards of my work that I submitted few days ago. Before clicking it my arrow hovered to it, brow knitting.

What the...

There is no title, and the preview is empty. Nontheless, I open it.
The script is a little messy and the font is in bold letter and thick.