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

Getting There

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(Your POV)

"I'm done sho-- ..are you okay?" Renji asked as he leaned against the doorframe, my head immediately snapping towards him.

Oh god.. How many minutes have passed by..

Ever since I sat on his bed, my thoughts ended up consuming me. I was lost, in a vegetative state, just sitting on this bed, staring at what I assumed was the wall ahead of me. Tears were continuously sliding down my face, sometimes even leaving a trace down towards my clothes which soaked it up. But now that I knew he was nearby and he wanted to know if I was okay, I snapped out of my visions and tried to look at him instead.

As I watched the numerous color blobs move towards me, I realized that something white was wrapped around his torso - and that he was only wearing sweatpants while he rubbed his hair dry.

He got hurt..?!

Before I spoke up, he placed one of his hands on my cheek and he sat down in front of me. Though I couldn't see it, I could feel his gaze on me and could sense how close he was. Instead of saying anything, he stayed quiet, just watching me as more tears slid down my face - there was no stopping them. I knew it was my time to speak up, my chance to spill everything that's been on my mind. Maybe it would help me cope.

"No.." I whispered as I let go of the bedsheets, my hands growing numb from having clutched them for too long.

Again, he waited for me to speak up. He didn't want to force me nor did he want to rush me into telling him everything. He knew something was wrong but he let me chose if I would tell him about it or not. I wanted to tell him, I really did. But this didn't feel like the right time. We just met again, so to throw my problems right at him seemed wrong to me. It's not that I didn't trust him, I just didn't want to bother him - especially not now that he got hurt because of me and therefore should worry about himself.

"Can I just.. Hug you?" I asked instead, avoiding his actual question.

"Of.. Of course" he stuttered as he removed his hand from my cheek and gently pulled me into a hug.

As I felt the radiating warmth of his body and his strong arms around me, I wrapped mine around him and carefully leaned against his chest.

There it is.. The safety. The safety I'm always looking for.

Sitting on his bed, cuddled up in his arms made me feel secure and for a glimpse of a moment I forgot everything. Every single problem I had. Every single mistake I made. Every single thing that's been done to me. Both positive and negative thoughts disappeared, my mind just went blank as if I took a shot of my drugs - but a less dangerous one. For a second it seemed like he was my magician and not only my supporter and.. Hopefully.. Lover. Maybe he was even my drug. Considering how bad I needed him, he already turned into my drug - which was very dangerous and probably unhealthy for our relationship.

A few moments after we began hugging, I suddenly realized that my hands were resting on a fabric that felt like a bandage.

Wait.. What is this.. No.. - it's actually a bandage - I was right?!