TEN
You're taking over my pages and you're all I think about, why can't you leave me alone?
GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
I want you out but I don't, I love you and you mean everything, but I don't know what I want. I'm running in circles; I can feel me, feel us falling but where are we going?
"You're wearing it."
His blue eyes flicker down to my finger. The fine scripture shines under this kind of light, each curve and flick illuminated. My hand self-consciously curls into a weak fist, his name flashing underneath the light.
"Thank you," I manage to say.
Seto just nods.
I look at him before going to the middle of his extravagant room and lying down, my face to the lush carpet that feels soft to my skin.
"What are you doing?" he questions, but he is not angry or cross like he should be at what he thinks is childish and ridiculous behaviour. He is perplexed and intrigued, I feel like an animal in a zoo under his cerulean gaze.
I do not answer for a while and he knows to just wait until I am ready to speak. It is silent in the room; he has stopped typing on his computer.
For a moment, I just sink into the soft material, my eyes closed and my nose filled with the dust lingering in the strands of the carpet. I feel so tired and I want to sleep forever, the hourglass is running empty I know, I can feel it.
"Sometimes," I begin slowly, my voice muffled by the carpet, "I get so tired of life and just lay on the floor hoping that I don't have to get up."
And so he leaves me there, until I am finally ready and together, we go home. Life is nice like that sometimes.