I finally calm down at around 10:54. Mitzi tells me I can have her bed on the floor with Bridget. I shake my head, I don't think I could even bear to see Nai right now. She nods understandingly and walks into the room almost silently. I sit against a chair and pull my knees to my chest. Does he know how much it hurt to hear him say that? I get lost in thought. Then I hear a small whimper as Nai stumbles into the kitchen. I look at the floor as he walks over. He sits in front of me with his legs crossed. "You know I didn't mean what I said right?" His voice is soft and I look up at him. His face softens even more when I look up at him. He put his right hand on my cheek and wipes the tear stains from under my eye. I turn my face away so he doesn't see the tears silently marking my cheeks once again. "Gareki please look at me." His voice is only but a whisper. I look at him again and he pulls me into his lap. "Please don't cry, I don't hate you nor could I ever hate you. You are kind, sweet, amazing, caring and so much more. I love you more than anything." I grasp his shirt with my hands and look up at him, more tears falling from my eyes. "I-I-I love you t-too." He holds my head with his left hand and caresses my cheek with his right. "Please stop crying, someone as beautiful as you shouldn't cry." I laugh slightly at this and he smiles. He picks me up with not as much difficulty as he had before and walks us to the room. He lies me down on the bed and covers me up with the covers. Then he crawls in with me and pulls me gently to his chest making sure to wrap his arms around my waist. I nuzzle my head into his chest and wrap my arms around his waist as well before yawning and letting sleep take over.
Nai's P.O.V
I look at Gareki silently willing him to wake up. I've been awake for a couple hours now watching the slight rise and fall of his chest. His face is so calm and carefree when he's asleep. I wish he could look like this more often. But tomorrow is the day we're supposed to kill president Stone putting even more pressure and tension in the air.
(Hey guys, this is as far as I got I guess. I'm not going to finish it since it was from long ago and everything would be changed. But.....I might make a second book, just because I can. Anywho.
Grazie, Ciao!~ ItalianPride666

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The Only Exception
AdventureThis is a story I wrote in seventh grade. It started as a distopian narrative that I didn't really care about but after my teacher handed it back with the grade I couldn't stop coming up with ideas for it, I kept writing day after day just for fun a...