꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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Hana hadn't even asked for his name.
Her brain had retained a lot of futile stuff, like the intensity of his gaze, the perfume that impregnated his skin marked with some tattoos, or the heat of his touch, but not even for a second, she had the prospect of asking him what his name was. And it was only hours later, on the way back, that she realized it.
The loud screeching of the gravel under her shoes brought her back to reality, and as every time that she forgot that the path leading to her home was full of it, Hana cursed the one who had the wonderful idea of having gravel all around the house. It was a blessing that her grandmother's hearing was bad, otherwise she would have been caught a good hundred times already...
As silently as possible, Hana snuck up to the porch, located upstream from the property. It was not very high and placed right in front of the window of her room, on the first floor. A godsend for the young woman who had taken the habit of sneaking out, avoiding the front door like the plague.
She didn't even have to think about climbing the roof anymore. Even with her eyes closed, Hana knew perfectly where the right holds were to hoist herself onto the roof frame, using the old gutter on her side to climb. It was therefore without too much difficulty that she managed to reach her room, jumping through her window that she always made sure to block with an old book with a bottle-green cover.
A thud rang through the room as Hana's feet landed on the floor, soon followed by a muffled grunt as the pain of her scratched knees awoke from the impact. With everything that had happened, this detail, she had also forgotten.
It was sure enough to make her first experience memorable.
A sigh escaped her as she hardly dragged herself to her bathroom, determined to take care of her wounds despite the already late hour of the night. Relaying her fatigue in the back oh her mind, she also forced herself to do a quick wash up before reaching her bed, without even bothering to slip under the duvet. The next moment, sleep had already picked her up.
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Her night had been rather short and her sleep restless. It was with a headache coming right from hell that Hana woke up a few hours later, her limbs numb and stiff.
For long minutes, she lay on her back, staring at the chandelier on her ceiling, while the memories of the previous night went back to her mind. She didn't feel an ounce of regret or shame for any of the events that had taken place. It was quite the opposite. Hana had a great evening, and her fortuitous encounter with this stranger was definitely playing a part in it. Unconsciously, she began to smile slightly.
But her smile faded very quickly when she heard the screaming voice of her grandmother resonating from the lower floor, probably commanding her to get up. A long sigh of annoyance escaped her. She began to rub her tired eyes as she bitterly thought that even in the early morning, the old woman was already finding a way to bug her deeply.
