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• Nightmare's P.O.V. •
Killer purred cutely in his sleep as I continued to stroke his skull lightly. Have I ever mentioned that he looks cute when he sleeps ? (That's creepy Night- ;-;)
I woke up a while ago and decided to just read a book I haven't finished reading yet. But when I was about to get up and grab the book from the nightstand, I looked down and saw that Killer still clung onto me in his sleep and I found it too cute.
So our current position was that I had my back against the headboard of the bed with Killer still asleep in my arms, laying on my chest with my book on his back to make it easier for me to read and flip the pages.
As I kept on reading, I also continued to stroke Killer's skull and loved hearing the cute little purrs he would make when I did so.
I didn't want to wake him up just yet, he still needs all the rest he can have to make his fever go away. Luckily his temperature did drop when I checked on it after I woke up but he still wore my jacket around his small frame with the hood up.
I looked down at him seeing him smile a bit in his sleep before smiling down at him myself and sighed. I closed my book and placed it down the nightstand again and turned to look at the drawer beneath it, opening it and taking out...
A small velvet fancy looking box.
Taking it towards me and after making sure Killer was still asleep, I opened the small box in my hands to reveal...
A small ring made of pure gold and a diamond in the center with two small velvet red rubies in the shape of a dewdrop on each side, adorned and lined by smaller diamonds encircling the entire ring.
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