Black Ink || Harlena a.u.

44.

As of now, my mom was sleeping in the guest bedroom, my dad was sleeping in their room, and I was sleeping in Justin's room.

No, Justin wasn't here. He insisted I shouldn't sleep on the couch, so he gave up his room; it used to me mine anyways. I thanked him nonetheless.

But it was hard to fall asleep. All I could think of was how this was all going to end. It was one of those times where I wished I could just press forward to when all this was left behind; even if that meant forwarding until I was thirty where everything would turn upright for me.

I got up from the bed, looking around Justin's room that was kept pretty simple actually. Slowly, I made my way over to the door.

The stairs cried here and there, but eventually I got to the kitchen where I had to be extra quiet as to not wake Justin up.

"Selene?" Well, so much for that.

"Sorry, I was just grabbing some water," I whispered.

He sat up from the couch, I'm sure he was squinting because I saw the silhouette of his arm rub his face, "No, you're good."

I nodded, but realized he couldn't see me so I made my way back up.

"You okay?" He asked. The question halted my next step.

I turned back around, walking over to him so that I was at the edge of the couch. "Honestly," I sighed tiredly. "No."

He didn't say anything after that, but I could tell he wanted to tell me what would be words of comfort, but we weren't close and so those words never came.

"I should go back to sleep," I mumbled. He bid me goodnight and I headed upstairs again.

***

His hand reached out to grab me before pulling me closer to his side. There was a strange look on his face; it was serene and at the same time, so full of such an intense emotion.

"Stay," he murmured into the pillow.

I couldn't bite down the smile as I inched closer to him. I was close enough to feel the wave of warmth, that bounced from his skin thanks to the light shining in from the window behind me, and onto my own.

He held me close for what felt like a long time. His fingers liked making small patterns on my skin, and for a split second, I wished they had became permanent.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked after noticing how the corner of his lip was slightly pulled up.

His movements stopped altogether, "You, Selene."

Selene.

Selene.

Selene.

"Selene!" My eyes snapped opened, face formed into a scowl as I peered at my mother's face.

Her hand was on her hip as she stared down at me, "Jesus! You're a tough one to wake." She shook her head, "Breakfast is ready."

The door shut behind her and so did my eyes. But as much as I forced myself to continue the melancholic dream, his face was too hazy and it didn't come as naturally.

Fuck.