Bloodstream

37 We Got Shit To Do

Axel

Slumber was my enemy tonight and my bed felt like my grave. Cold and lonely.

I grabbed my phone to check the time. Three thirty, the time read. My body felt exhausted but somehow my mind wasn't ready to shut down. I threw my phone on the side and let my mind wander off..

The spell?

I'm curious. How do these witches' twisted minds work?

Ezra kept saying its nothing. He isn't worried about the reversal and that the spell is foolproof. But his expression always said otherwise.

Donovan called up a few known witches to ask them to find out more about this. He didn't believe Arabella for some reason.

Sage is apparently stressed out about it too. She was the one that drove out to meet Arabella. Without telling anyone. Yes, I was possesive. No, I didn't care. Not when it came to her.

But the fact that she said she wants distance between us...that hurt. On top of that she said she doesn't want to sleep with me...as if all that mattered between us was sex. It wasn't and she knew that just as well as I did. Then why fight it? There were moments where she would let me see right through her. Moments when she would let her guard down without even realising it. Moments when she was all mine. But then a switch goes off and she turns into this cold mess that I couldn't get through.

I gave up on sleep at this point. I just lay awake staring into oblivion wandering if she's having a peaceful sleep without me when my ears fixed on a sound. Footsteps. So slow and delicate. A complete contrast to the heartbeat that came with it...the heartbeat of someone I had grown to sense even at a distance. My senses were on edge. Everything was heightened...it always was when it came to her. Where is she going? Why is she walking around at this time of the night?

Her footsteps stopped. I propped myself up in my elbows. She was standing in the corridor. Outside my door, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. It was Insane how I could literally picture her running her hand through her hair or looking back at her room wanting to run back and hide. Come on Sage. I was one heartbeat away from rushing over there and pulling her into this room.

"No" i heard her mutter under her breath.

That's it. Fuck my pride

I threw my covers off but before I my feet could touch the ground the door creeked open.

"Axel?" she breathed out in a whisper.

She thought I was sleeping? Did she not hear my heart banging against my chest?

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she walked in when her eyes landed on me. I didn't say a word. I just took in how hesitant her body language was. She had her arms hugging herself, taking slow unsteady steps. Her eyes were puffy. Wait.

"Were you crying?" I sat up straight , my eyes widened in response.

"No" she shook her head and sat down at the edge of the bed. Far from me. Why? I kept asking myself these questions hoping to figure her out but I only keep hurting myself all over again.

"What are you doing here Sage?" I rested back against the headboard, increasing the distance between us.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she whispered , keeping her eyes on the view outside the window, allowing me to take in how divine she looked even in the low light.

"Why aren't you?"

She turned her head towards me, her eyes running through every feature of mine. She had that look in her eyes. The same look I saw that day she came to me in the bathroom. The only difference is that this time she isn't trying to camouflage it. I knew what it was. She knew what it was....then why the fuck is she fighting this?