You couldn’t sleep again. The full moon shone brightly through the window, but it wasn’t the light that was keeping you from a good night’s sleep. You were distracted. Images of that handsome, sandy-haired man clouded your mind whenever you closed your eyes.
His goofy, crooked smile that he did whenever he caught your eye, the way his blue eyes lit up when he laughed, and the way he nibbled his lip when he was nervous had got to be too much.
You had been avoiding him for the past week or so, and it was breaking your heart. That small, pouty face he pulled when you ignored him made you die a little inside. You knew it was hurting him, but you had to do it. Your feelings were changing for him; your once friendly smile was slowly growing lustful and hungry. You began to imagine him without his thin clothing; running your finger up his warm flesh whilst he kissed you so tenderly.
You knew all he wanted was friendship, but you wanted so much more. You were scared that one day you wouldn’t be able to hold your feelings back any longer, and you would attack him like a lustful panther.
You puffed out your cheeks and stared up at the bright ceiling, trying to clear your mind of that man. You knew it was no use; the thoughts always came rushing back, clouding your vision and your thoughts. You tossed and turned around in your sheets, trying to find a comfortable position. You pulled the sheets up over your head. Too hot. You kicked the sheets down on the floor below. Too cold.
You eventually gave up and rose from your bed with a low, grumpy growl. The light thuds under your feet were the only sounds in your room now as you made your way to the window. You leaned against the cold frame and looked out at the empty streets of the midnight hour. It was such a lonely time, and it fit your mood perfectly.
You let out a long deep sigh and pressed your forehead against the cold glass. There was no point sulking out in the cold midnight air. You needed to grow up and toughen up. You trekked large circles around your bedroom, revising your current situation in your head. What you were doing was good, right?
‘Tick’
You let out a small humph, confused by the small noise. You shook off the thought of someone watching you and went back to your thoughts. Though what you are doing might be hurting Alfred, and you for that matter, but it was all for the best.
‘Tick’
Right, the noise was real, and it was coming from your window. You tip toed over to your window and peered out at the cold midnight grass below.
‘SMASH!’
You cried out as something large and grey collided with your nose, causing an electric rush of pain to travel up your nostrils to your forehead.
“Oh, shit!” you heard someone yell below. You clutched your throbbing nose and looked out your now shattered window at the dark figure below. The moon light reflected off the figure's face, and you could just make out the big frantic blue eyes that belong to no one but Alfred himself.
“What the hell, Alfred?!” you hissed down to him, still holding your sore nose. You could feel some warm, thick liquid begin to seep out over your fingers. You moaned in discomfort.
“Oh God, I swear I did not mean to break the window!” the stressed Alfred cried below.
“What do you think is going to happen if you throw a big ass rock like that at a window!” you growled, furious at his stupidity. You looked down at your hand that was now smudged with the dark, crimson liquid.
“Did that hit you?” he called up to you.
“Yes!” you hissed back down, placing your hand on your nose again.
