Maysilee never had the happiest recollection from her youth, but from falling hopelessly in love with a Danish boy to gathering the pieces of her crushed heart and moving on with the son this love left her, everything was still painfully clear in he...
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Knock knock. I sit up, still unable to open my eyes. For fuck sake, what time it is!? I look at the alarm clock. Six in the morning is not too early for me, but I was exhausted from yesterday. I sigh. "Come in," I mumble.
And to my surprise is Lars' head that peaks out the door. I try a smile, too tired to even properly move the muscles of my face. "Good morning?"
"Good morning. Sorry, I didn't know you were still sleeping," he says with a hint of irony, still holding to the door frame. He's already dressed.
I rub my eyes. "Don't worry about that."
"I just wanna say I'm sorry about yesterday."
"I'm not upset about it. I'm here by a favor. You don't have the obligation to like me."
"I'm aware of all that, but you didn't give me a reason to treat you that way. You're not bothering anyone, don't act as if you were."
"But why didn't you want me here?"
"Reasons that are completely not your fault."
"You won't tell me what those are, right?"
He smiles. "Go back to sleep. After breakfast, I'll take you to meet the city."
Without another word, Lars closes the door and I'm back in the dusk lighting of the room. I lay down again, trying not to think about what he just said. And from how tired I still am, it's very easy to go back to that shallow sleep state I was in before. Feels like I've been asleep for two seconds when I feel a weight on the side of the bed.
I wake up with a gasp then I hear a laugh.
"Calm down! What is this for?" This time it's Mads invading my room.
"Wha- uhhh. What?" I mistakenly open my eyes to the strong lights of the room. I shut them close again. I yawn louder than I intended.
He takes my shoulder and lays me down again. I try to stable my breathing but my head still heavy from trying to wake up so abruptly. "Shush, I'm sorry to wake you-"
I prop myself up by holding onto him. "You should've knocked."
"I did, but you didn't answer."
I run a hand down my hair, I could feel the chaotic nest it is under my palm. I blink my eyes and see the morning glory he is now - face fresh, hair brushed and smelling like woody perfume. I put my face down in my hand.
"Pretend I don't look like a crazy old lady, okay?"
He takes my hand and lowers his face closer to mine. "I won't pretend anything, even if you look like you just came out of a blender."
I push him away, holding back a laugh. "What time is it now?" I look at the alarm clock, eight am, fine, not two seconds.
