The next morning, they were dozing. It was already past their usual wake-up time, but after such an evening, every minute spent in this bed was doing them a world of good.
The room was cool, which would make the eventual separation of the blanket from their bodies even more difficult. However, Kataklysm's stomach was rumbling, more than Oralie's anyway. It had been a while since he'd eaten anything, and he needed to satisfy this primal urge. He told himself this in his head to give himself an excuse to stay a little longer in that soft bed, but putting off the inevitable wasn't going to help.
-Hoouuuuumffff, he muttered, stretching his limbs.
-Are you awake ? replied a sleepy voice.
-Barely, but I've got to get dressed. Can I take a shower?
-Please yourself, Kat. Use the spare towel.
-Thanks, you're a sweetheart.
With a leap, he pulled off the covers and felt what he took to be an icy hurricane make contact with his still-warm skin. He shivered, chattering his teeth, and Oralie turned her head sideways. She saw Kataklysm's backside as he staggered into the next room. She blinked for a second too long, and he had disappeared behind the closing door.
Pshhhh...
The shower had gone into action. In turn, Oralie stretched like a cat, and realized she was still naked. After some internal prodding, she left the comfort of the bed and wandered around in a daze until she found her underwear from the night before. She slipped it on as she felt the aches and pains coming on.
-And... The-re.
Quickly, she slipped on a robe and stubbed her toes against something hard ; Kataklysm's bag. Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't resist opening it. On top of a jumble of notebooks was the viewfinder he used to carry. She placed it on her lap and began to rummage around.
Past the colorful notebooks, at the bottom of the backpack, was a kind of small leather-covered notebook, probably a diary, and a slightly folded letter. Carefully, she took out the two objects, closed the bag and placed them on the kitchen table, not forgetting the viewfinder.
She equipped the piece of technology, feeling for a start button. After finding it, she pressed it and the HUD appeared. Of course, the main option was to translate the Teoran language, so she changed it to automatic recognition and opened the small diary right next to her.
-Forgive me Kat, but I'm about to discover your little secrets, she said with a small grin.
She expected to find personal things or embarrassing anecdotes, but she couldn't have predicted what she saw : A few entries on two pages, while all the others were blanks. And from the look of it, Kataklysm wasn't at his prime at the moment. Hesitantly, she began the lecture.
Day 5 - Well, Mom and Dad let me down. All I have to do is get a part-time job, and with a bit of luck, I'll always have enough to eat. Maybe enough to finance next year? We'll see. I wouldn't give up, I'd end up finding a clue, a witness, anything to find out what happened to Kôrdina... This diary will be useless once I've found it.
Entry 12 - A week's research. A fucking week of turning over every rock on campus (figuratively speaking) and questioning security for any trace of CCTV. And nothing. Unintentionally, I broke a plate on the floor and a few sharp shards looked tempting... But I held back. Nobody knows, at least for now. I don't want them to think I'm depressed, although I am ! I just need a little time. A little time to find her, and everything will be back to normal. At least I hope so.
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Broken, yet still robust (Gwain Saga X OC) -ONGOING-
FantasyIt's the story of a student who is devastated by the disappearance of his adopted sister. As if by twist of fate, his university career is wiped away from his life, to be replaced by another kind of career. The kind that will shape his perception of...
