Second Chances

Just Give Me A Reason

"Just Give Me A Reason"

Right from the start

You were a thief

You stole my heart

And I your willing victim

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The next day, I woke up from the light that’s coming from the window that the curtains somehow failed to cover.

Memories about last night flooded my head as I try and absorb my surroundings.

I’m in Grimmjow’s room.

I sighed.

I guess mornings after the “first sex” are the most awkward of them all.

Then I smiled. I can’t help but smile.

Yes, my years of unrequited love was finally requited. God, I should be the happiest person in the whole world.

Then I frowned.

I don’t understand, but there is this part of me that’s convincing me to not let myself be happy too much.

Yes, because too much happiness can kill.

That’s based on my experience.

That day, that faithful day where my mom… died, I remember, I was so happy back then.

I just won a fucking medal from my Karate class.

Damn.

I won’t elaborate it anymore. She died, end of story.

And my defenses, which I built for God-knows-how-long are blaring at me.

WARNING: Too much happiness detected. Please be informed that this might cause too much sadness in return. Prepare yourself to be hurt, BIGTIME.

What a load of crap. Forgive my brains please. It’s always like this in the morning.

I tried to sit down but there are two things that are making it difficult for me to do the task.

First, the pain from my ass is SOOOOOO much. Like I was stabbed multiple times. That made me wonder why the fuck am I not bleeding.

Second is Grimmjow’s arm is now comfortably hugging my torso like a teddy bear.

Damn, he’s such a hugger.

I lay down and closed my eyes to gather my strength, then inhaled and slowly slid off from Grimmjow’s arm, and then collapsed on the carpeted floor with a soft thud as my legs failed to function completely.

I gasped, or groan, I think it’s more of a groan than a gasp.

The pain on my behind, and my trembling knees are not a good combination.

I gasped after gasps after gasps just to calm my nerves.

Then when I felt that I could finally manage to stand, I reached for a nearby chair and used it to elevate myself from the floor.

My knees are still shaking, but not as bad as before.

My ass is still fucking stinging but not as bad as before.

Heh, I guess I can handle it today.

I was about to turn and pick up my clothes when I heard him suddenly snore so loud.