Women. Mood Swings.
Man. Death.
She was passionately telling me her story, and in a fraction of a second, she was hitting me for being careless. How?
I decided to tell her my dad jokes. Not mine to be exact, but those who I have craved in my subconscious by listening since birth.
We had the delicious kimbap her brother made. Suppose all elder brothers are great cooks. In my home, my sister-in-law and I are not permitted to enter the kitchen, as there is a high risk of us burning it, down to ashes.
The ceiling lights flickered as soon turned off. The airport is deserted, and I suppose there is no staff to main these things anymore. Little did I know, we can't stay here forever. I need to move. to a safer place. We can only survive on these chocolates and chips and wonderful kimbaps for a few days. I have to wait till her periods get over.
"Do you have enough pads?"
Her sleepy face glitched into a stiff one. I felt a pang of sympathy and affection in my heart. A woman like her should be cherished, but here her tale is, being cheated on... and utterly unknown from the affection and worship she deserves. She nodded yes. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. It was not a problem tho, I can search for pads if she needs them but grateful as she has some.
How am I allowing myself to do these things?
Damn it!
Her periods will come next month too. And I don't think we will be able to last here for more than a week. Fuck.
Should I make her pregnant?
I glanced at her, my jaw tensed on her situation, Tho the chocolates made her cramps feel a bit better.
A warmth spread across my chest as I saw her sleepy face, drifting off to dreamland. A surge of protectiveness flared in my mind, my desires conflicted between scooping her in my arms or, to stare at her face until I sleep on the cold tiles beside her...
I ended up staring her all night.
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Torment Woe: KTH {Part:1}
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