𝓘 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓮

8

"I sat with my anger for long enough. She finally told me her real name was loneliness."

The pounding sensation radiating in my head as my eyes flutter open.
A lovely way to wake ip.

What happened?
I felt like I had been ran over by a semi truck. Then sadly brought back to life.
But not in a good vampire kind of way.

Blinking to clear my blurry vision, I stretch out. Lazily rubbing the sleep my from my burning eyes.

The way my eyes felt made me have a delayed reaction. When my hand hit lightly against something soft.

No amount of pain could make that not raise a red flag in my head.

That did NOT feel like my pillow.

Rebounding my hand back, I hold it.

Soft. Cold. Unmoving,
The details aren't making sense.
I fling up holding my weight up and off of the mysterious object in my bed.

"Nanda?"
(What the fuck.)

I accidntally curse louder than I should have.
My eyes widening.
One word making my whole world crash down around me.

Guess the word.
Go ahead. Take a guess.

I swear the building had began to crumble with the way I was shaking.

"Kai."

I would have never guessed.
Did you?
I whisper.
The word felt rough as I breathed it out.

I felt like I was lying,
What was happening couldn't have been real.
I had been using kai as a pillow.
His body had brought my restless self comfort throughout the night.

I had never had someone cuddle me to sleep.
At all I don't think.

I sit up.
Me being awake had obviously woken him up.

Kai takes a deep breath running a hand through his hair.
He looks around.
His eyes settling on me.
The way he looked me up and down made me want to avert my gaze.

Why sakura he's the one in your bed.

I sat so closely next to him, my legs pressing to his side.
The feeling of his cool skin I could feel through his clothing.
He was bitterly cold in a way I actually enjoyed it.

"You've awoken. Good, If your gonna puke do it far from me."

He shakes his head. The bed head he had pulling my eyes, taking in every inch of his shaggy cut hair.

It looked soft.

Touchable.

I honestly had to grip my hands together to not reach out and a run a hand through it.

The feelings I felt becoming to much I felt like exploding and yelling at him.

Anger was all I felt.

Me still frozen in my spot, words try to come out.

"I-We-WHat happened!?"

I bite my lip contemplating insanity.
I throw my hands down on the blanket that laid over my lap.

He sighs pulling himself to sit up.

"No memory? Or let's be honest. Are you to embaressed to admit what happened last night."

I shake my head agressivley.
I can think of... Flashes? Us when we arrived.
Talking.
Hm, and then him leaving... Then shots.
And also some dancing, I think?