𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𝟖

"Rowan."

Biting back a groan of annoyance; I flip over on my bed, force my eyes open to a familiar sting and hum. "What." Sharp and annoyed. If there was one thing I hated most in the world it would be waking up.

Because sometimes I couldn't sleep. Couldn't turn my brain off, couldn't close my eyes without seeing the haunting images paint and morph the usual black abyss that appears when I would close my eyes. Some days were worst then others.

Some day's I couldn't even close my eyes.

But for some, fucked up reason-Isadora helped. Feeling her body next to mine, knowing the dip in the mattress is her—It soothes something in me, makes it easier for me to close my eyes. I don't know why, don't know why some days it didn't work for me, but I knew that today it did.

So why the fuck was I getting woken up?

When my eyes finally focus on the girl in front of me, I feel my entire demeaner change. Long brown hair flowing over her shoulder and big blue eyes stare at me. They're heavy with exhaustion but so wide and alert at the same time.

I rub my stinging eyes. "What's wrong?" I whisper. The dark room did nothing to Isadora, if anything it just made her look more ethereal with her olive skin and soft features, and of course those big eyes that stare and stare.

And then her mouth. Her loud, loud mouth that I like too much.

She sighs. Blinks. "I'm bored." She whispers and my hand freezes mid rub. I look at her, unblinking and mouth parted in disbelief. "You're bored?"

"Yeah.."

"You're bored."

"Yep.. That's what I said."

I gape at her in a mixture of disbelief and rising annoyance. She woke me up because she was bored. One part of me wanted to shove her off of my bed at this moment. The other wanted to pull her closer and squeeze her until she passed out so we could go back to sleep.

I'm sorry, What the fuck?

"Isadora." I say her name, flat and annoyed. She turns and tosses before sighing dramatically and flipping onto her back. Hair sprawls over the mattress, entering my personal space. "I'm sorry I'm bored."

I move her hair away from my mouth, exhale an annoyed breath and fight back the urge to close my eyes and ignore her.

"What time is it?" I ask, staring at her perfect side profile. Soft jawline, upturned nose, and long lashes batting gently as she stares at God knows what on the ceiling.

"I don't know. You don't have a clock."

Fuck me. "It's still dark out, Isadora." She sighs wistfully. "I know, It's nice right?" She turns her head slightly over to look at me, a small smile tipping her lips. I blink, consider leaving my eyes closed.