High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 9

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I stayed in silence. Her words replayed like a broken record in my mind.

I didn't mean to slam her head against the door, but her words, they fucking hurt. I couldn't control myself - she deserved it anyway - and reacted in the moment.

Was I really a monster? A heartless, insolent guy? Am I really that terrible where I make someone rather burn to death then speak to me?

Yes, because this is you, and it will never change.

It was something she said, something that squeezed my heart painfully until it felt it literally ripped to fucking pieces.

I rather you stabbed me to death.

I felt... empty. No not empty, I felt like I didn't deserve to live, because who should if you drive someone to the point of being stabbed to death? No one.

Espacially if you're the person holding the knife, the one doing the killing.

Like with Ind-

No! I told myself I wouldn't think about it - her anymore. It only caused me pain, and pain was something I loathed.

The faint sound of her snoring took up the silence in the room. The raining had died down, with the occasional thundering.

I shivered, realizing how cold it really was in my room. I wrapped the thin blanket that covered my chair over me, shivering slightly.

As I looked at the girl, I debated whether or not I should let her sleep with me. Not only does she now hates me just as much as I hate her, but it wasn't big enough for the two of us.

It was simple and quite easy -let her sleep in my bed and I take the couch. But I didn't feel like I had to. We had no type of relation or relationship with one another, so what was my purpose for caring for her?

Because it's the right thing to do.

Groaning inwardly, I picked her up and laid her gently on top of my bed. Her messy bun came out, her brown locks sprawling every which way.

Putting the covers gently overtop her and putting a soft pillow under her head, I stepped quietly over to my torn couch and settled in.

The thin blanket provided little warmth, but I dealt with it. The thundering rain that slashed against the roof was weirdly comforting and I soon found I was drifting off into darkness.

Author's Note: Hai Gais! This is sort of a filler chapter - nothing big really - in chapter ten, their relationship will take a little peak *smirks*. Team Rarnie? Or Mowen? And oh, a special shoutout to @ineffablesouls (pls god did i spell that right?) your feedback and votes literally make me smile & make my day.