The Echoes of Rivalry & Ruin (The Acamancy Series I)

Chapter 36: The Academy of Revealed Mysteries

I jolted awake. Still wrapped in a sleepy confusion and a soreness that reminded me of every awkward position I had curled up in on that rigid, barely cushioned bench by the bay window. For a moment I felt disoriented, as if I was trying to find my bearings in a fog. But as the dreamy haze began to fade, so did the bits of last night's memories. Just then it hit me, Paxxon! Panic rushed over me as I started to wonder where he was. I bolted upright, urgency taking over as my feet scrambled to find solid ground. But instead of the floor, they met something that felt both firm and soft, definitely not what I expected. I looked down and gasped in horror. I had stepped right on his hand!

In that moment, a wave of emotions washed over me. Paxx hadn't left after all; he had chosen to stay by my side, sleeping on the cold floor, so faithful and true. He could have easily found somewhere more comfortable to rest, and even if he hadn't roused me, I would have understood. But there he was, loyal as ever, and now I couldn't help but worry about him. With the throbbing reminder of every ache in my own body, I grew anxious that he might wake up feeling just as sore, or worse.

How on earth did he sleep through that? I'm completely baffled. But as much as I want to wake Paxxon from his sure to be uncomfortable attempts at sleep, I can't help but just admire him for a moment. In this dreamy state, he looks so open and youthful, like the weight of the world has lifted, even if just for a little while. Beneath his closed off exterior is a soul that truly wants to feel but often hides behind a mask of indifference. I don't need to dig deep into his past, or be able to read people effectively, to sense the storm brewing just below the surface. Even with all the effort he puts into his impenetrable facade, the truth seeps through, There's turmoil and heartache shining in his eyes, the worry lines etched on his forehead, and the tension in his jaw, all dead giveaways for the battlefield within. Yet here he is, looking so peaceful. A gentle smile just barely touching his lips. The only hint of creasing skin is in the corners of his eyes, a product of the small smile I rarely am graced with. It genuinely hurts to think about waking him up and breaking this beautiful moment, bringing back the burdens and the masks he wears so tirelessly.

I find myself lingering, completely captivated by the sight of Paxxon. I treasure these last few moments before I finally decide to curl up beside him rather than disturb his slumber. A quick glance out the bay window informs me the day is still young, promising us a lovely Tuesday together before life pulls us back to our stresses of school. I nestled into Paxxon's warmth, accidently stirring him just enough to pull him from his dreams. I fight the urge to pretend to be asleep, wishing to avoid the inevitable conversation looming ahead. But deep down, I know it's pointless, he'll see right through any act I put on. I'm not great at deception, and he knows I wasn't truly asleep beside him. That leaves two options, either I collapsed off that bench or awoken and snuggled closer to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. You looked so peaceful, and I wanted to let you sleep longer," I greet him.

"Good morning, Emalyne, did you rest well?"

"Truthfully?"

"Always."

"No, that bench is uncomfortable, and I missed your warmth when you left me."

"I assure you, Emalyne, that I shall never depart from your side. I swore to be as close to you as possible, to partake in every moment of your dreams. You, admittedly though, are the most restless sleeper I have ever encountered. It resulted in my person being abruptly cast aside the instant you succumbed to slumber. Your dreams transformed into chaos of sorts, characterized by kicks and soft groans that resonated throughout the night, rendering it impossible for me to remain beside you. Nevertheless, I was able to quietly procure a pillow and a blanket, taking care not to disrupt your sleep. I opted to establish my camp in this very location, prepared to act as your protection should you awaken and require my presence. I shall always be here for you.