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11 / COME TO MElook at what you've done to me

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11 / COME TO ME
look at what you've done to me

     Once I finally managed to drag myself out of bed for the day, the Boar Hat Tavern was eerily quiet. The others had left to find King, leaving me with some much-needed solitude. The past few days had been a whirlwind, and I welcomed the stillness. Standing in the middle of the room Meliodas and I shared, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

But now what?

I glanced around our room, eyes lingering on Meliodas' side. It was...surprisingly neat. Curiosity flared within me. If our roles were reversed, what would he do if he were alone in my room?

Snoop.

He'd rummage through my things without hesitation, grinning like a fox the entire time.

So, that's exactly what I decided to do.

I tore through his room with a level of determination that would have made him proud. Drawers, closets, under the bed—nothing was off-limits. I wasn't sure what I was looking for-maybe a hidden journal where he poured out his deep, dark secrets and unspoken feelings.

As if. I snorted at the thought, imagining Meliodas sitting down to pen his emotions.

That'd be the day.

I was beginning to lose hope, crouched on my knees and peering under the bed one last time, when something caught my eye. A wooden plank, slightly raised compared to the others. My heartbeat quickened. "No way," I murmured, a thrill of excitement tingling through my veins. Pushing the bed aside, I pried the plank open. It resisted at first, but after some effort, it finally gave way.

My breath caught as I uncovered what lay beneath: two small kunai knives, their blades a shimmering emerald green.

Just like Meliodas' eyes.

A strange sensation gripped me the instant I touched them. It was as if a jolt of electricity surged through me, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. The air in the room stirred violently, whirling around me. I gasped and let go, the daggers clattering to the floor. As soon as they left my grasp, the air settled back into its normal stillness.

I stared down at my hands, trembling. The rush had been both exhilarating and terrifying. My fingers twitched, the memory of the sensation lingering. It was familiar in a way that set my teeth on edge, a whisper of something lost in the shadows of my mind.

Too familiar.

I took a shaky breath, clenching and unclenching my fists. What was that? Determination replaced fear. With more confidence this time, I picked up the daggers again. The rush returned, but now it was different. Controlled. I looked around the room, half-expecting another gust of wind, but it was quiet, almost expectant.

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