Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

The House

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself laying on my back on a bed, all covered up with some smooth blanket that was keeping my body warm.

We must've made it.. To wherever he was taking me.

Renji was softly snoring right next to me, his head touching my shoulder carefully while one of his arms was softly wrapped around my waist, holding me in place and giving me comfort, letting me know that I was not alone.

He really needed that sleep..

Wind started blowing through a window, slowly lifting the long curtains off into the air, making them flow with the breeze.

Whenever they were dancing with the wind, the moonlight sneaked its way inside the room, lighting it up just enough for me too see my surroundings.

The room was full of picture frames off all sizes and shapes.

A huge easel with canvas was standing right next to the window.

On it was an unfinished picture of what seemed to be a landscape.

Various different colors and finished canvas were placed on the floor, making it look messy but at the same time giving off a relaxing feeling.

Someone interested in art lived here.. These drawings are beautiful

Another thing I saw was a huge bookshelf and an old - yet very nice - looking hall clock, giving off the vibes that someone rather old must've lived here.

Paying attention to what was right in front of me, I realized that we had a four-poster bed - a really pretty one as well.

To the left of our bed was a chimney with some more picture frames and candles on it.

If it would've been a little brighter I might have been able to see what was on them, but at this rate I could only see that it was a picture frame with something inside.

Altogether this room reminded me of the typical life of a family - even my own back when I was younger.

But it didn't make me sad, it made me feel nostalgic.

If only I still had a real family..

At least I have Renji. He's my family.

Even after these hard few days, he's still with me.

I don't really understand what's going on in his head.. But I'm so grateful for having him..

He means so much to me.

Looking down at him, I got the urge to stroke his hair, to run my hands through those bright wisps. His expression was so innocent and peaceful, as if he never got hurt by anyone, as if the past days were easy on him.

The only things giving a hint of him having experienced something bad were the bags under his eyes and a slight cut on his forehead. Those were stark and standing out on his pale skin.

Nonetheless, I wanted to show him that I loved him - especially after he went through so much pain and trouble because of me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as a strong breeze hit the window and it started whistling.

Sometimes the whistle was rather loud, sometimes it was rather quiet - but from that point on it didn't stop.

And it was relaxing me, helping my body calm down.

Of course I was still enduring a lot of pain but in moments like this I managed to ignore the pain and enjoy the sounds of nature.

Closing my eyes, I dozed off into a short slumber yet again.