Moksha

(4)

*Panting*

It hurts, it fucking hurts.

I didn't know that breaking the male lead's power will give my body a big impact.

That's right, the moment i felt something on my fingertips. I knew that the prince used his magic on me, i didn't make it a big deal ‘cause I know that whatever game we will play,

I will win.

But who fucking knew that the game he will choose was a game that needs luck.

Speaking of luck, i didn't even got a taste of it, even in my past lives! fucking unfortunate.

I clutch the sheet of my bed tightly, stopping my self from making any noise.

I can't even breath properly, the part where my heart is in pain.

I gritted my teeth, my eyes is starting to get blurry. Who cares, i'm sure that this pain will go away when i wake up tomorrow so i let my self be succumb by darkness.

“I knew it, you're in pain.”

Ophelia heard someone spoke in the middle of her losing consciousness, she thought that it's just an imagination of her and let her self be with darkness.

A man is leaning on the wall while looking at Ophelia, his expression is unreadable but felt complicated.

He moved and every step he makes is elegant and feel powerful,

Ophelia groans in her sleep, feeling that her body is hot and a lot more painful as the time pass by,

The man went closer and closer to Ophelia and without a warning,

he stretch his hand and touch Ophelia's forehead,

Somehow, when the man touch Ophelia's forehead, Ophelia's breathing slowly started to become stable.

An unexpected move made the man flinch, Ophelia held the man's hand and move it closer to her cheeks,

Ophelia exhale comfortably, feeling the warm and ease from something that she's holding onto.

The man didn't dare make a move, he don't know what to do,

Should he swat her hands? No, never.

Should he use his magic and leave silently? No, even though Ophelia is sleeping like a baby, she will surely feel the power and will wake up. To fight the unknown, that is.

Should he remove his hand slowly? But what if she woke up from her comfortable sleep?

That would be a mess if she saw him—who's stranger in her eyes—In her room while stiffly standing and thinking what to do.

After thinking about it, what about he took this as a chance.

As a chance to feel Ophelia's hand,

It's cold, unlike earlier when she's in pain and sweating furiously.

“Hm.” The man hummed in satisfaction, thinking that Ophelia will surely be okay tomorrow after waking up,

Ophelia, finally let the man's hand go, as the man sigh in relief.

He looks at Ophelia differently, “It's too early for you to meet me, don't get hurt again...”

He added, “...My love.” and vanished in the thin air.