This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 10

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The room was dark, his head was laying on something soft and he somehow felt incredibly safe.

His eyes opened slowly to reveal his living room three of his friends camping around the couch he had been laying on.

All of them were asleep.

He smiled as he helped himself up, using his elbows for support as a damp towel slid off of his forehead and two out of four blankets that he had been tucked in with dropped to the floor.

A small ocean of empty coffee mugs and Redbull was placed on the floor all around the couch and it was very clear that his three caretakers had tried to stay awake as long as humanly possible.

He got on his feet, the wooden planks felt cold underneath his bare feet and he shivered before walking towards the kitchen.

Thomas had no memory of what had happened or why his friends were laying around him as if he was about to take his final breath but he tried to focus on one thing at a time. This time the thing was making breakfast for his friends.

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"Virgil?"

His voice was soft and quiet, yet the amount of pain that could be seen hidden behind his glossy, hazel-brown eyes screamed in a thousand different languages.

"I really do care about you." 

I looked up, suddenly feeling an urge I had never thought would be even an option to feel for me.
His words seemed to fill the whole room making me feel as if I was about to drown. Weirdly enough this time it felt pleasant. As if I was stepping into a hot bath, the heat surrounding me and driving all bad thought out of my mind until only his eyes and lips and touch seemed to exist.

Our hands still locked together I looked at him, the silence dragging on and on and the heat on my face had gotten to the point where I was certain I was as red as a tomato underneath the foundation that had always been a few shades too pale.

I was trembling, shacking, not sure of anything except the need to have Roman as close as possible.

I opened my mouth, but no words seemed to be able to get past the lump that had formed in my throat. I tried it a few times before I felt a hand on my chin slightly pressing on the skin to press my lips together. 

"Shhh" 
Is the only thing I can recall him saying before he pressed his lips on mine.

The kiss was short, nothing special, but oh god it was.

My eyes fluttered shut, my hand shooting upwards to place my hand on his jaw, my whole body trembling, my mind flying in every direction possible in a matter of seconds, my heart pounding in my chest as if it tried to escape the cage made out of bones it was trapped inside of, a warm feeling surrounding me and wrapping me in the thought of knowing it was going to be alright.

But then our lips parted, the cold was back and my eyes slowly opened to reveal a worried looking Roman.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

My hand was still holding his jaw and I only realized I was trembling as he took both of my hands in his and asked if he had done something wrong.

I just shook my head, still not able to process what had just happened.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, still gripping onto my hands as if they kept him from drowning.

I didn't say anything, I didn't move, I didn't think. The only thing I was able to process was the fact that I needed to feel that touch again, I needed to know I was going to be okay, I needed the feeling of knowing I was safe and the warmth surrounding me.

"Do that again please."