Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

Magic comes with a price

I found myself lying sprawled on the bed, surrounded by the encompassing darkness. The night felt unending, just like the one before. My head throbbed with pain, and my eyes were heavy with weariness. Sleep eluded me as my mind was consumed by the pages of the book. I tried to resist its pull, but even the thought of leaving the room left me feeling physically drained. Emotionally, I was caught in a whirlwind of turmoil, each emotion a storm raging within me, and my exhaustion seemed to seep into every fiber of my being.

The longer I stayed away from the book, the more agonizing my every waking moment became, no matter how distracted. It was tortuous. It felt like days, and Sleep started refusing me altogether. I sighed. Sitting up, I dragged my legs around the side of the bed, stretching to shake the feeling of grogginess. Connor groaned from the loss of my warmth but did nothing to stop the movement as he rolled onto his side. He didn't stir.

I was determined to get out of this room and away from the book. Its influence had become overbearing. I was zoning out, and when I came back, I would find myself standing in front of the book with no recollection of what had happened in those missing periods.

The most worrisome thing had become the whispers I could hear from It. They spoke quietly and sounded like they were just brushing past my ears, growing a bit louder at times, but nothing loud enough to make out a clear sentence, at least not yet. The fear of what those whispers might reveal was a constant source of anxiety

.As I made my way through my bedroom, I took slow, deliberate steps to avoid waking Connor, who was sound asleep. The room was shrouded in darkness, and I navigated carefully through the familiar layout, feeling my way toward the hallway. As I moved through the silent house, each step was taken cautiously, almost like a slow-motion dance. After what felt like an eternity, a faint glow caught my eye, emanating from the kitchen stove. The gentle light illuminated the path ahead, drawing me towards the comforting familiarity of the kitchen.

It provided a sliver of light, enough for my sight to adjust. Still, I moved slowly. Suddenly, several pops and cracks of my bones moved into a better position as I stretched my arms. As I entered the kitchen, I took a slow, deliberate exhale, feeling the cool tile beneath my feet. I reached over and turned on the faucet, listening to the rushing sound of water. As cool water rushed out, I leaned forward, sticking my mouth under the stream. After several long gulps, I was interrupted by the sudden cessation of footsteps and the sound of breathing. It was then that Connor's groggy voice broke the silence, startling me. "What are you doing?" he asked, causing me to jump slightly as I turned to face him.

My back jerked, and my elbow hit the center countertop with a thud. A cry of pain was muffled by the running faucet. I spluttered as the water rushed into my mouth, and I quickly pulled my head away. "What are you doing sneaking up on me?" I coughed out, struggling to catch my breath as I felt Connor taking a step closer.

I leaned my head down as Connor raised the back of his hand and started massaging the center of my back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," he said with a slight chuckle, leaning casually against the side of the counter. After finally managing to stop coughing, I wiped my mouth, cleared my throat, and turned to meet his gaze. "Don't laugh," I rasped. "It's a little funny," he said with a grin as he tilted his head to the side in a teasing manner. "Drinking straight from the faucet, hmm?" "It was a compulsion," I replied with a playful whine. 

Connors flashed a grin and slowly extended his arms, revealing the hint of a suppressed chuckle in his twinkling eyes. I couldn't help but purse my lips in disappointment as he gave a subtle nod, containing the laughter that threatened to escape. I observed keenly as his Adam's apple moved rhythmically and his lips pressed into a firm, restrained smile. His hands captured mine and brought it up to his chest before his hands slipped around my waist, causing my sleep shirt to lift as he pulled me into him.