Full Body Work Out

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Finding Till was easy. Out of all the doors that were closed there was only one with a depressing aura radiating out. Giving a gentle knock, Amara waited a little before going in since she couldn't announce herself and no one seemed to be answering. Inside was dark with no sign of Till. Cautiously taking a step, Amara flinched when the sound of glass rolling and hitting other things before coming to a stop echoed in the room. Freezing she could see someone shift in bed before it went quiet again. Pulling out her phone, she turned on the flashlight at the lowest setting so she could see where she was walking. On the floor she could see a few bottles of empty booze and paper crumpled up all over the floor. No more alcohol for him thought Amara as she picked up a few paper balls to see what was written. They were mostly smudged and the crinkle lines didn't help, but what she could make out was some sort of apology letter. Her heart felt weird as tears threatened to spill. The poor guy thought he moved too fast and drove her away and tried to write and apology not even knowing her address or when she'll return. Thinking back to what her mom and uncle said, Amara steadied herself and what she had found only reinforced her decision.

Putting her phone away followed by a deep breath, she marched herself to the bathroom, got a cup of really cold water and tossed it on Till's face. The man groaned but barely moved, leaving Amara with a determined duck face as she looked for other ways to wake him up. Maxing out the volume on her phone she played the alarm next to his face for a few minutes and she barely got a reaction from that. Next best idea was physically pulling him out of bed and hope gravity would wake him. Throwing his covers off, Amara let out a silent sigh of relief when she saw he had something on and wasn't butt naked. Grabbing one arm, she pulled as hard as she could, only to end up out of breath and Till moved a few inches. Going around she got up on the bed, placed her back against his and pushed with all the strength her legs could muster. When that failed, Amara turned around and placed her hands on his back and pushed again. As she was pushing, Till turned onto his back making Amara lose her grip and footing. Tumbling forward, most of her weight landed on his chest. This got the man to let out a louder groan, but to Amara's annoyance he was still asleep. About to get to her next plan, the soothing slow pound of his heart caught her attention. Listening to it almost lulled her to sleep and it didn't help that Till was very warm and comfortable too. Snapping out of it when the smell of alcohol on him hit her. Rubbing her nose from the smell, Amara straddled him, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him as hard as she could. Finally, Till cracked his eyes open while Amara was still shaking him.

About to whack whoever was bothering him, the shaking stopped and he got a better look at who it was. He became more aware when he realized it was Amara shaking him. Propping himself up he noticed Amara's position on top of him. Before he could say anything another cup of cold water was tossed at his face. Wiping his face off he looked at Amara who had crossed her arms and wasn't looking too happy.
"You're back." Said Till.
No shit I'm back. I didn't say I was leaving for good. My note said that I'll be gone and won't know how long. Then when I did come back I find you have drank yourself stupid.
"I thought I scared you away when I kissed you. I thought I moved too fast and you didn't like my advances." Said Till looking down.
Amara moved closer on his lap and gave him a hug.
I ran because I didn't want to break your heart when my condition kills me, but with some advice from my family I had decided to give it a shot. With that said, get yourself cleaned up. You stink of alcohol. Once you're all clean I'll tell you more about my problem and if you still want to be with me then we can take it from there.
Pocketing her phone, Amara got off of Till, grabbed her bag and left.

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