Marionette

Chapter 8

(Interlude)

Opening my eyes, I tried my best not to scream. 

It was early morning, and I was in bed with a six-foot-tall European man I hardly knew.
My name is Yui, but do not expect me to tell you much about myself as I have some memory issues. 

The few things I remember from my past life are that I am Japanese, I used to love cycling, and that I studied Biology. Other than that, my mind was full of useless info, like which singers and actors I used to follow on social media. 

It was heart-wrenching not being able to remember the people whom I had formed bonds with, whether they were family or friends, so I tried not to think about it, as it made me depressed. 

Anyway, back to the current issue at hand. You know, me being basically on top of my tentmate.
I had crossed an arm and a leg over the blue-eyed boy sleeping beside me. 

What is wrong with me?! 

This was the second night in a row I spent sleeping beside him. Granted, the first night I had done so, I was sure he was dead, and I was so crushed by it that I decided to lie next to him until my own death found me. 

This coffee-haired man was the only person I knew in my life, and when he was taken away from me, I lost all will to move forward. What would have been the point of living like a slave soldier without Marco? Without my only friend. 

But I was inexcusable this time. 

Last night, we had said our "Goodnights," and Marco and I got into bed. I kept staring at him without pause, trying to comprehend whether he was indeed here or whether I was dreaming.
I tried my best to fall asleep, but every time I shut my eyes, I feared he would not be there when I opened them again. 

It was past midnight when I did the unthinkable. My eyes were tired and dry, and I feared I would soon fall asleep. 

Unable to think straight, I got into his bed. 

Marco was drawing rugged breaths, so I knew he must have been beyond tired. I decided to lie there for an hour and feel his warmth. Maybe that would finally convince me that he was alive.
That had been my flawless plan, but I must have fallen asleep soon after. 

Stupid! If he wakes up, he'll think I am a creep! 

Marco was the only person that mattered in my life. I did not want to shatter the relationship I had formed with him by crossing boundaries. 

My mind raced with thoughts, my heart pounded loudly, and my cheeks were on fire.
My arm and leg were still across him. I was afraid to move them, as Marco could wake up. No matter what, I had to leave that bunk bed without waking him up. 

As I tried to figure out the best way to achieve that, I lost track of everything. 

He was sleeping so peacefully, his lips forming a tiny smile. Was he happy? 

My heart felt lighter than a feather, and my stomach started spinning. What was this feeling?
I now wanted nothing more than for him to wake up. I wondered what his reaction would be. 

WHAT AM I EVEN THINKING!!! This world has messed me up completely! I need to get off this bed RIGHT NOW!

I was too afraid to move a muscle, though. 

This was terrible. If Marco were to wake up, our friendship would never be the same. 

Marco's chest was so solid and yet so cosy, though. 

He looks even hotter with the beard... NO, NO, NO! SHUT UP!

It was now or never! I would either get off that bunk bed or do something stupid.