The cold invaded his body as he sank further into the dark. His limbs were numb, the only feeling coming from his wrist where her mouth had been. Something was guiding him far away. Every thought seemed to fly far from his grasp. The only thing lifting him up was his desire to be in her reach. Koun needed to protect. The dark wave overcomes him taking him further into his mind. But those eyes remained, whispering her desire for him to stay by her side. She won't let him disappear. A warm hand encased his own. She was the sky above him. The light from above shining down on him. Said light turned into a hand trying to pull him back to the surface, but he was sinking. It was taking him far away, far away from the memories of her. 'it's okay…' his last thought before he let go of her hand.
He was on his feet. Nausea hit like a semi sending Koun to the wooden floor beneath him. 'I am going to throw up.' He thought, putting a hand over his mouth and one holding him slightly above the ground. He was boiling up. A breeze graced his body, sending a shiver running down his body, making him aware of his thin attire. The clothes that clung to his body were a white formal puffy shirt and black trousers with white socks. This was not what he had been wearing before the incident.
The breeze continued to cool his body, taming the need to release the contents of his stomach. He looked up to see two glass doors that lend to the balcony, and there stood a woman with short orange hair and a flowy white dress that danced in the wind. 'Of course she would be here.' Koun was getting whiplash from the constant change of environment. This day was taking its toll on him emotionally and physically.
The scene in front of him was like an old memory. He had seen her standing there before. Her hair and dress moved in tandem with the wind. Shades' of pinks and blues painted the sky to make the sunrise all but a backdrop to her beauty. 'Kyo—.' His mind supplied to him as a warm feeling spread through his chest. He didn't understand where some of these feelings were coming from it was simple; he wanted to thank her. That should be all, but as he gazed at her on the balcony, he knew he would kill for her. He needed to tear his gaze off her. He took a shaky breath and took in his surroundings.
It was a bedroom. The walls were painted gray. An antique bed sat in the middle of the right wall to him. The bedding was light blue and had cyan undertones. Above the bed was a chandelier with candles that were not lit. Under the chandelier was a moss-colored ottoman. To the left side of the bed was a sitting area with an elegant midnight blue sofa and a dark wood table that rested in front of the couch. He could see himself sitting there with a good book. Occasionally, he would steal glances at her as she got ready at the oak vanity desk that was directly across from the sofa. She sat on a white padded stool putting on her cosmetics. As she did that, she would look back at him through the mirror to catch his gaze. This was home.
A sharp pain shot through him, the blond raised his hand to massage his temple. Koun looked to the left to see a dresser across from the bed and a mirror above it. In the mirror, Koun saw himself sending another wave of pain to his temple. 'That couldn't be him.' He stumbles to the mirror. It was jet black. Koun twisted his hair fingers. 'What the hell is going on?' Now seeing it in his line of sight, his hair was longer than what he remembered covering his eyes from view. He scrubbed at his face. All of this was draining him.
This chapter was a headache. Hope you like
