Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Their teasing began soft then sensual, as if telling me I was no longer a mere friend... but a woman.
- Memory Journal: The Last, page 13 -
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Eyes heavy with sleep, she tiptoes through the bathroom, the cool tiles kissing her bare feet. She sits for a moment, cleans up herself, then sways back to bed, nuzzling into the welcoming warmth. When it shifts away, she groans softly, sliding closer only for it to move again.
"No..." She murmurs, a plaintive whine. A hand slips from the cocoon of blankets, reaching, searching. She doesn't stop until a warm palm captures hers, and soft lips brush the back of her hand.
"Isn't it time to wake up, darling?" A voice-a velvet timbre-hums through her senses. A caress on her cheek. Fingers combing tenderly through her hair.
"But it's too early..." Her mind drifts, desperate to sink back into sleep. "It's been days..." she mumbles. "Want sleep... more..." Her lips juts into a frown. She turns away from the caress, seeking another pocket of warmth.
"Our baby..."
A soft chuckle. Then another.
"Shhh..." Someone soothes.
"Let her sleep," A whisper hushes.
A kiss on her cheek. "Sweet dreams, my love."
And she melts into a rare, deeper sleep - her body weightless, her mind stripped of dreams.
When she stirs, waking feels like a slow ascent - a soft surfacing from unconsciousness. White ceiling. Sunlight spilling. She blinks. She feels utterly rested, so completely that her chest flutters, as if two hearts beat in perfect synchrony within her.
Then, she remembers. Yesterday... last night... and with her, Hoseok.
She blushes.
A smile tugs at her lips as her hand grazes her neck, only to find it bare. Before panic arises, a glint catches her eye. There it is - perched atop its black velvet box on the bedside, sunlight spilling over it. The light seems to caress its beauty, as though it, too, is mesmerized.
Giddy, she melts back into the sheets, her feet thumping the pristine bed as she muffles a squealing giggle into the cashmere pillows...
"I have a gift for you," Hoseok had said, looking almost shy. "I don't know if you'll like it." He set aside his ice cream, rose, and crossed to the cupboards.
She smiled, waiting patiently as he chose one of the two black boxes inside and placed it before her with a bashful look.
