Buttoning up my pajama shirt, I couldn't help but think back to the roof. Are these feelings normal? Whenever I see Kyo-kun, I catch him looking at me and I blush uncontrollably. When Yuki does it, I only blush a little bit, but with Kyo-kun, I lose myself in a way thats so alien to me. I'm still getting to know everyone and yet in a way I feel like I know them already. Turning out the lights, I hopped in my warm bed with his eyes filling my head.
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"Hi dear," spoke a far away voice. A lovely voice actually. It belonged to a woman. Why does she sound so familiar?
A beautiful woman came up to me and smiled brightly, her short, auburn hair swaying with an invisible wind. Kyo-kun is here too, only it's just his voice. It's hoarse and he's telling me to get away from him, saying how ugly he is and to stay away. A scream echoed in the backround.
A monster flashed before me. His stink was unbearable, but when it spoke, it sounded like Kyo-kun! Making my way towards him, he started to disappear. Running even more before the creature vanished, an orange cat and a purplish-gray rat started fighting. The cat shouted at the rat, saying he was going to beat him one day. The rat just cruelly laughed at the cat and said that he could try but he would never prevail. The voices seemed like Kyo-kun and Yuki, but they sounded so far away that it was hard to tell. A girl in a high school uniform appeared before me. Wait that's me! I'm crying infront of a teacher or someone like that. He's saying someone died. Who died?! The woman came back again only in a picture. The high school me started crying at this picture, shouting how I wished I would have told her to be safe. Did she died? How? Why? Everything started going black and the woman's voice filled my ears again.
"I love you, Tohru"
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"Ahh!" I jumped out of my bed, shocked at the dream I just had. Who was she? She called me Tohru. Is that my name? Sweaty and completely confused, I went downstairs for some water.
Creeping down the steps to make sure no one was disturbed, I made my bumpy way into the dark kitchen. Luckily I knew my way around the kitchen as if I were cooking in here forever so I could get out a glass without smashing anything. Finding and opening the fridge, I heard a thump when the door hit against something and someone swearing under his breath. Looking towards the person with the fridge light luminating their face, my eyes saw that it was Kyo-kun.
Looking down at me, I saw that his face was kind of scrunched up from me hitting him.
"Oh! Kyo-kun! I'm sor-sorry for hitting you! I just had an odd dream and I thought water would help, but I didn't see you!! I really didn't mean to hit you, honest!" I closed the door quickly and began looking for a low light.
Flipping the switch for the microwave lamp, Kyo-kun came back into sight with a pair of loose, black pajama bottoms and bare feet. I wouldn't even let myself look at his bare chest, thinking that I would think very odd and dirty thoughts about him. My blush came back as I glued my eyes to my pale feet. Lifting my head up by the slightest, Kyo-kun was even closer to me, I mean two inches away from me close. His eyes caught me in a way and I couldn't help but just watch him. Kyo-kun had his hands in his pockets as he returned my gaze, his face stretching out a terribly cute awkward smile. My heart started hammering again and I felt dumbfounded at how I couldn't even blink.Biting his bottom lip, he began taking his hand of his pocket and started reaching towards me. All movements were in slow-motion to me and it felt like three minutes passed when his hand placed itself on my shoulder. As he stepped closer, my head tilted a little and my eyelids began fluttering shut. Just before I snap my eyes completely shut, Kyo-kun's lips pursed and headed toward mine.
His grip loosened to the point where it didn't exist on my shoulder blade anymore. Opening my eyes, I saw him stepping further and further back. His face was clouded in the dark, but his voice was crystal clear.
"I'm sorry," it was almost like I knocked all the wind out of him, he sounded that breathless. "I just can't do this. I'm really sorry"
"Wait!" I moved toward him, but he got away faster than I figured.
And there I stood, dumbfounded at the events about to take place, stupefied at how I couldn't say anything to make him stay, and mortified at the fact that I stood this way for an hour just because a man I know almost nothing about was about to kiss me. Turning towards the microwave, I flicked the switched and the lights vanished from where they came from. Creeping up the stairs once again, I realized that my heart was still hammering.
Am I in love with him? This man of complete mystery and with a some-what awkward way of speech? Could I be? Opening the door, I crawled into the warmth and safety of pink sheets.
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