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That night after their big fight was full of silence. They both hated it, but didn't do anything to change it. Josephine was in bed, trying to get to sleep in hopes of forgetting this day. It was supposed to be a good day. It was supposed to be a day where Josephine and Seth pulled off a heist that she and Rafa put together but instead it ended tragically.
Seth exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist since he just got out of the shower. Unlike Josephine, the man never brought his new change of clothes into the bathroom with him, he would come out in the white towel around him, dig through the dresser, find his clothes, and then head back to the bathroom. When she first noticed him doing this, she found it weird but now she didn't mind it. Of course she liked looking at the man - his biceps and abs carved to complete perfection - any girl would stop and stare, but she was used to it by now.
The man did his usual routine and came back out of the bathroom in his boxers and his usual white tank. He crawled into his side of the bed next to her, turned off the lamp - that wasn't giving much light into the room in the first place - then, was off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Seth was woken up to Josephine tossing and turning beside him. The covers were off of him seeing she always stole them from him throughout the night. He hated that and for a few weeks, way back when, Seth decided on getting a room with two twin beds because he hated the fact she stole the sheets. However, that backfired on him because he hated not having her beside even more. He turned over to face the girl whose face was glistening in the moonlight of her sweat and her brows were frowned. Seth sighed realizing that she was having a nightmare. She would get those occasionally, they were usually about the night at the twister - that's what she told him anyway. Which wasn't a lie, some of them were of that night but some of them were of Seth dying - those ones were worse than the ones she had about The Twister.
Her bad dream tonight, however, wasn't about The Twister or Seth - it was about the horrible, twisted day she had. It was about her new friend dying in order to save her and Seth. It was being shot at by the tall man. It was like she was reliving it all over again in her dream.
Noticing her hand that laid on the side of her body as her back faced him was shaking, he reached for her shoulder gently squeezing it. With his touch, the shaking stopped as his thumbs rubbed over her smooth skin. She became calm and was put back into a peaceful sleep but Seth didn't really go back to sleep after that. He wanted to make sure she was alright.
Josephine came out of the bathroom from her shower, dressed in the clothes she was going to wear for the day. She walked out hoping that by now, Seth would be awake. She wanted to talk to him about last night, but she found him sprawled up on the bed, sweating and completely out of it. She sighed knowing that he shot himself up once again. Every time he does it, he stays in his high longer and longer. As much as she hated it, she knew that he couldn't help it. He was addicted and it was going to be a long road for him to recover from it. She did, however, get saddened at the thought knowing that she wasn't enough for him to be distracted from the reality or problems that he didn't want to face.
