It's exactly 2:36 am when I am awoken by a strange inkling that I'm not alone. I pry my eyes open, glancing up sleepily at the shadowy form standing across from me. The only thought that pops into my head is that a hellish demon has finally come to collect me, and I'm far too tired to go anywhere. He'll have to come back in the morning or drag me to hell himself.
Reality kicks in after a moment and I realise that it's far more likely to be my flat mate than a demon. Although the possibility is still plausible.
"Sam?" I ask, although my voice sounds foreign to me.
"I can't sleep." He responds, his tone tired and sad; almost that of a child and I take pity on him. I flip the edge of my covers back and he shuffles forwards quickly, sliding in next to me. He's brought his own blanket, which is curled around him like a cocoon, but he snuggles into my covers anyway.
I rest my head against the pillow, hoping to return to sleep once more but Sam seems to have other ideas.
"Elias?" He whispers and I groan in response.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles, his face only inches from mine and I open my eyes again, confused as to why he's apologising.
"For what?" I wonder, my mind leaping to the worst possibilities. Perhaps he accidentally threw out my new favourite shirt, he's been jealous of it since I got it.
"For arguing with you, for avoiding you and cancelling our plans, for being a bad friend." He lists. I sigh, looking down at the pillow which is softly lit by the moonlight peeking through my blinds.
"It's okay, I understand." I say but Sam doesn't seem convinced.
"I really do like being the only one to call you Elias." He blurts, his eyes watching my face.
"I know." I say simply and he nods.
"How do I make the space go away?" He asks and I frown, my brain not comprehending him at this hour.
"What?" I ask eventually, needing clarification.
"The space between us, it's like an awkward rift that I made and I don't know how to make it go away." He says softly, gesturing to the space between us and I smile, almost laughing at how adorable he is.
"Easy." I mumble, snaking my hand forwards and tugging him toward me. He shifts, curling up slightly against my side as I tuck the blanket around him, holding him closer. I shouldn't be doing this to myself, it's cruel to the both of us but right now it feels right and after the week that we've had, I feel as though I need the closeness.
He sighs and tucks his head under my chin, resting against my chest. I don't mind, closing my eyes again as I revel in the feeling of him being in my arms. It's exceptionally nice and I find myself wishing that I could fall asleep like this every night. Perhaps one day.
"I can hear your heartbeat." Sam mutters, interrupting my little moment.
"It's fast." He adds smugly and I hum.
"Probably because I have a cute guy in my bed." I mumble, laughing under my breath as Sam smacks my arm playfully. He wriggles around for a minute, finding a comfy position before settling into it.
"You were right, it was easy." He says softly and I agree; the tension between us gone and resolved at last.
"I'm always right." I argue as Sam scoffs.
"No, you're not-..." He begins but I hush him, bringing my finger against his lips.
"Sleep time." I declare and I'm surprised when Sam doesn't argue. I pat his head, gently coaxing my fingers through his hair in an attempt to lull him into sleep. His breathing evens out after ten minutes or so, but I continue my ministrations until my eyes are too hard to keep open, slipping into sleep easily.
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Growing Pains
Novela Juvenil-A soulmate story- Sam and Eli are best friends, they have been for years and they tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. Elias Grey has felt every cut, bruise and fracture that Samuel Rivera has received for eleven years. He has no...
