『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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92. Settle
Have you ever woken up and found the world to be an utter disappointment? The moment you open your eyes, you feel spite-- a sense of annoyance from seeing this same world again; knowing you'll be living in this same universe for another day?
This time, I did. I felt sick, but was probably not, and nothing felt more uncomfortable than the sweltering, stuffy warmth of the hospital sheets tangled all around my limbs.
It was a nuisance, a frustration added to my day.
Rolling over, sheets and all, I curled up tight. Discomfort filled me as I adjusted my position, so I curled up tighter and tried to ignore it all.
The glaring morning light flared in from the windows. Silently cursing whoever opened it in the first place, I squeezed my eyes tight and hoped the world would be different the next time I opened them.
"Are you awake, Rei?"
My eyes drifted apart-- and I caught sight of a blurry figure by my bedside. My eyes had yet to focus, but I could recognize that spiked hairstyle anywhere--
Rolling to my back, I internally groaned at the weight of my own head. My brain felt like a clunky, loose piece of rock inside my skull, and it was beyond uncomfortable having it in there. Covering my eyes with one arm, I let out a meaningless groan in response.
Takeshi leaned in close, "What's wrong, Rei?" he chuckled, nonchalant.
Moving my arm away from my eyes-- I saw him. Takeshi, in his uniform, right before going to school. He had stopped by before leaving, I sighed.
He tilted his head to the side, curiously.
Pushing myself up-- my whole body felt like a duty mass of lead. My limbs were weak and sore, and really didn't want to do anything but lie back down.
Turning back to him, he eyed me.
My eyes half-lidded, I raised a hand and waved him in, telling him to come closer. Complying without another question, Takeshi crouched in--
My arms shot out and all around him, wrapping around his waist as I buried my face into his stomach and leaned my whole weight in.
Yelping in surprise, Takeshi staggered a little but balanced quickly.
"Uhm," he managed, chortling nervously, "Yes?" instinctively returning the hug, he sparkled with blinding cheerfulness.
Dammit Takeshi I hate you sometimes, Lifting my head, I pouted in his face.
"Just tell the nurses I'm sick already," I whined.
"Eh?" Takeshi quickly reacted, reaching for the nurse call button, "Oh- right away!"
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"Why?" Takeshi had asked that day when I left my house.
He had eyed me with such eyes-- a very heartbroken, betrayed look-- and I nearly caved from just that gaze.
