Dry mouth, salty tears, burning eyes, raspy breathing... and then it slows. The world is tilting, the color fades to black, and there's silence.
...
"This is just unreal, Uriah. Stop and let us help."
"Why? I'm fine! Just let the thing drop Marlene, seriously!"
"Let it drop? Really? You want us to forget that you keep blaming yourself for no valid reason?"
"It's not invalid!"
There's a loud groan.
"Of course it's invalid! That girl was going to murder you, and you're mourning for her? Is there any common sense in you?!"
"I swear you're making a big deal."
"EXCUSE ME? Are you BLIND? EVERYONE is feeling the same way!"
Uriah blows out a frustrated breath. "Can we please focus on the fact that Tris is right there, probably sweating, and about to die?"
There's a tense pause."Just shut up and go bring some cold water."
A light breeze begins to brush against Tris's face, feeling satisfying.
Her eyes flutter open to Marlene fanning her face with her hand, and Uriah holding a cold water bottle with droplets coating the outer surface.
Tris blinks slowly, and Marlene gives her a hesitant smile. What had they been saying earlier? Why hadn't she been able to even ask or force her eyes open?
"What the fuck just happened?" She asks slowly, testing out her voice and finding that it is quite rough and bitter.
Uriah opens the cap of the bottle and holds it out to Tris, who pushes herself up and grabs it from him.
He clears his throat. "Well, you, um, passed out?"
She takes a few sips of the chilled drink and glances at Marlene who is playing with her hair, twirling a soft strand around her finger.
"You were dehydrated, Tris." She tells her, while standing up and making her way back to the fridge.
Uriah shrugs. "I mean, if it makes it any better, don't worry, you passed out with swag. It was all like, slow motion and dramatic! You just slowly became limp and-"
"Uriah freaked out- that's what he's not telling you." Marlene interrupts, rolling her eyes at him.
Tris rakes a hand through her own hair and lets out a breath. "That's just stupid."
Marlene shakes her head. "No, we've all been through a lot, it makes sense."
Well, yeah. She did throw up and.. cry... on Uriah's shoulder. All that loss of water said a lot.
But, as much as crying on Uriah's shoulder bothers her to death, Tris can't help but notice that whenever Uriah and Marlene met eye contact, they shared a scowl or an angry stare.
Uriah stands after a moment of watching Tris play with the label of the water and goes to lean against the counter where the sink was, a few feet away from where Marlene was standing.
Tris places the water bottle next to her on the bed and fixes the hem of her shirt, acting like she didn't notice what they were doing, acting like she wasn't about to tune in to their hushed and forced whispers.
"I bet you a million dollars she'll ask." Marlene tells him quietly, though her ears pick up every word.
"She won't. Why would she?" His tone is stubborn.
"Because everyone is worried about you! You can't just go blaming yourself, and brush off anyone who tries to help you."
Tris assumes that Uriah shakes his head in denial for whatever reason, because Marlene lets out an annoyed huff.
"Fine, whatever."
Then the door opens and Tris looks up just in time to see Marlene walk out and fiercely slam it very hard.
Uriah walks over to the couch and heavily slumps onto it, leaning against it while closing his eyes.
What the hell was going on, seriously!? Everything was like a fast-paced movie. She felt like she'd accidentally skipped a few pages in a book- and was in complete loss about the change in the story-line. She'd only went to Uriah, and now this fight was happening- with her hella confused on Marlene's bed.
Tris grabs Marlene's pillow and hugs it tightly to her chest. "I take it I'm not supposed to ask what that was about?"
He peeks an eye open. "Please."
She stays silent for several minutes, marveling over the fact that people's personalities could change within seconds. Marlene, Uriah, and even Zeke were usually the bubbly ones, and recently, they weren't. Had she stepped into a different world?
Tris whips out her phone and scrolls through it, still trying to comprehend the sudden change. "You know, whatever you did must've really annoyed her, Marlene doesn't get mad easily. And neither do you."
He closes his eyes again. "I know."
His gloomy attitude stumps her, which only reminds her of her own. She'd been crying. She'd even flung herself into Uriah's arms.
Da hell caused me to do that?! So embarrassing!
If anyone outside had seen that- they'd think her lover was Uriah, and she strictly thought of him as a brother! It seemed awkward to feel anything else.
She watches Uriah kind of... space out on her. Like just as she had tons of things going on in her mind, so did he, and they both were alone together.
"Ah, an oxymoron, didn't think you'd ever apply something learned in school, to your life." Caleb would've chuckled.
She shakes that thought of her brother away and stares out the door, where she'd ran through. Why had she come here in the first place? Tris frowns, in attempt to concentrate and bring back her memory.
Oh. Right.
Four.
No, seriously, stop, not now.
But... She allows her mind to wander off about him for just a few seconds. And that's all she needed.
"How's Uriah?"
"He was fine, just a scratch on his arm. He was unconscious for about five minutes before waking up... But mentally, he's a wreck. He thinks he could've caught Rita, and he blames himself for it. He's mad at himself for letting the bouncy ball smack into her and make her lose her balance."
Tris leans against the headboard of the bed. "Well, I have a question."
Uriah is silent for a moment before nodding his head.
"I basically cried on your shoulder, something I don't like to do- nor have I ever done- with anyone. I can't tell you how much that disturbs me. So I feel like it's only fair that you answer truthfully and without any constraints. Speak honestly."
She pauses. "How are you feeling?"
Uriah stills, before opening his eyes and sitting straight as his expression gets this upset look to it, then he lets out a sigh.
His face gets vulnerable. "I feel like I could've maybe saved a life."
Tris opens her mouth to ask what he means when she realizes herself. Rita.
"You saved yourself, is that not enough?"
Uriah looks at her before looking down again. "She was like us. And I could've caught her if my stupid power-up... the bouncy ball... hadn't hit her and made her stagger forward."
They're both quiet for a moment, and she makes her way over to stand in front of him.
Tris frowns. "It was just meant to be."
"That doesn't even-"
She interrupts him. "I wasn't even done. Just cause there's a short pause doesn't mean I'm finished. That's obviously something you'll need to work on."
Uriah stays silent to that.
"I was saying that it was meant to be. Her death happened, but in a way... it's a good thing she's gone now."
His head snaps toward her. "How could you say such a thing?!"
Tris purses her lips together, silent for a few moments. "You know... She was already gone."
His anger-filled glare softens a bit. "What?"
She walks backward slowly and sits at the edge of the bed again. "Rita. She was pretty much gone. She was only an innocent girl and by the end of the game, you said it yourself, she became this... this psycho. Rita almost killed you, something she would never have done in her most somber state."
Tris takes another breath. "So it's a good thing her death was fast. Because I guarantee you that if she were to have somehow lived, she wouldn't be that feeble Rita she used to be. Her mind would be like-like-" She stumbles for the word. "like a mad freak."
Uriah's eyes glaze over. "But her body... I can't get it out of my head."
Tris leans back slowly, putting pressure on her hands. "I can't help you on that one. I'm still struggling with that myself, in a more deeper pain than you'll ever imagine."
She could feel Uriah's eyes on her, probably thinking that she could and would never understand what he was talking about because she hadn't physically been in front of Rita. She could also feel that awful taste deep in her throat, threatening to burst out.
Then he really does voice his thoughts. But Tris cuts him off before he can even get out a full sentence, But you don't even kn-
"Did I ever tell you how my parents died?"
Uriah freezes, obviously knowing how important the next few words she was about to utter would be. He knew she never said a word or gave hints of her past.
Why was she telling him this? What was she doing?!
"N-no. I don't think you liked mentioning them at all."
"Well, they died in a car crash."
"Wow... I'm... sorry." He lets out a breath. "Wow. Hold old were you?"
She sighs. "I was 17. The age where you thought that sometimes your parents would never understand you, and all you'd want to do was be out of their sight, or annoy them to hell."
He frowns, expression changing. "I'm sorry, Tris. Seriously. That's horrific, worse than my issues."
Tris shakes his unnecessary apology away. "We were called right away. My brother and I. To the scene. I couldn't see my mom anywhere, she was in the car. Quite literally, it was that bad. I saw my dad, though. His... arm... a-and body..." She covers a hand over her mouth and tries to steady her breathing. "Rita reminded me of him."
She couldn't believe she was telling him this. But she had to. She had to make him see. But there were two things eating at her. How was she telling Uriah about this when it was something she could barely get out? And, she could only hope that she didn't regret it in the future.
Uriah watches her carefully, face unchanging, yet eyes weary and contemplating. "Is that why you passed out?"
She shakes her head while shrugging to show that she didn't know, or care. "Don't tell anyone of my past, I only told you, okay? But what I'm trying to say is that don't think you're alone. Because you're not. Marlene was right with what she'd said. Stop pushing us away."
His eyes widen a bit. "Don't worry, I promise... And what? What'd you say earlier?"
"About...?"
"Marlene."
She shakes her head again, allowing the smallest of smiles to play on her lips, though after mentioning her parents, her heart felt anything but.
"I've got super sonic hearing, easy as hell to hear what you two were whispering." She says, wiggling her fingers dramatically.
Uriah cracks a smile, chuckling lightly. "Nice one."
She shrugs. "I'm not."
"Not what?"
"Joking."
She keeps a straight face, stifling the humor as Uriah's eyes widen, leaning away from her.
He whispers while making a tsk sound. "The work of the Devil, totally the work of the-"
"Oh my God, Shut up!" She laughs while kicking his leg with her good foot. "Are you being a pansycake now?"
He gasps. "What?! Never! Uriah ain't no pansycake!"
"Mhmm. You're afraid of me."
He slaps at her hand, and she swats it away swiftly.
Then she actually smiles. A genuine smile. Because she's just bought Uriah back.
When Tris quietly steps into the her room, Four isn't there. She blows out a huge breath she didn't know she was holding and heads toward her bed, lying down on it and groaning.
She couldn't understand what had happened earlier. She was still confused, but she was trying to let it not bother her. There were sudden problems showing up- other than the game they were in- that were making her jaded.
Tris frowns. At two things, actually.
For one, she was kind of worried about Marlene, and how Uriah would talk to her when she finally came back.
And second, Tris couldn't help but think that she'd went to Uriah, seeking comfort, and all she had done was comfort him instead.
She rubs at her forehead, trying to drive away the throbbing in her head that keeps making her vision fuzzy every few moments. She was drained, all that intense talk with Uriah was giving her tension.
Tris slowly stands again and walks over to her drawer, deciding to change her clothes since she was capable of doing so. She digs through it and pulls out a sweatshirt, something she hadn't worn in so long. Momentarily, Tris shudders, she was still creeped out about the endless supply provided to them, a constant reminder that their stay in the games was not going to be a short one at all.
Bending down in a way that wouldn't put pressure on her leg, Tris opens the bottom drawer and pulls out some some dark grey joggers.
After standing again, Tris walks into the bathroom and shoves on the clothes, welcoming the soft cloth brushing against her skin and giving her a nice comfy feeling. She looks at her appearance in the mirror and grazes the tips of her fingers against her cheeks, grimacing at the way her face looks sullen.
Tentatively, she opens the bathroom cabinet and bites her tongue from making a noise. She had to get used to this, but she just couldn't!
Right next to a small tube of toothpaste, was a makeup bag.
Tris can't fight away the tremble that runs through her body, and the way her heart keeps beating in the back of her throat. Whoever these people that kidnapped them were... They thought of everything.
Unsure, she grabs the bag and opens the zipper. She almost laughs right then. She knew nothing about makeup.
Grabbing a weird peach colored rectangular tube, she squints her eyes at the small letters to properly read it.
In cursive, it says, Concealer.
Tris purses her lips together as she slowly unscrews the cap and traces the dark circles under her eyes. She then uses her finger to dab it out, blending it it with her skin.
When she's done, she washes her fingers and glances at her reflection. Her eyes looked bright again, however, she could only hope that someone wouldn't come and notice that she was a complete idiot with makeup. She hoped it wasn't too obvious that she was putting on... concealer... to hide her 'sullen look'.
Tris steps away from the sink and hangs her clothes on the bathroom rack before walking out. She rakes a hand through her hair as she opens the fridge. Her hand freezes.
There's no more water bottles.
And for a second, Tris smiles. She never considered this, but things would run out, right? So when everything was gone, their time here would be done.
That is, if she was still even alive by then.
Tris winces at her thoughts and turns to grab a glass instead, watching the tap water fill half way into it before she closes it.
She takes about three gulps of water before setting the glass back onto the counter and walking over to the sofa.
She slumps down onto it and lets out a huge gush of air. Letting her eyes fall closed, she sinks down so the armrest acts as a pillow. Taking her arms out of her sleeves and resting them on her stomach as if she's wearing a blanket, Tris tries to get snug. Curling up, she allows the silence in the room to allow her to try and sleep.
•~•~•~•
Right when Tris feels everything around her become a fuzzy haze, and her consciousness starts to slip away, she is broken out of her sleepy trance by the sound of a lock opening.
The door knob turns and Tris forcefully opens her eyes to see a blurred Four walk into the room. She instinctively shoves her arms into her sleeves again.
Her eyes keep falling closed as if something is constantly weighing them down, and then she sees Four staring at her, mid-step. Letting her gaze slide to the door, Tris sees that he is alone.
She watches as Four softly closes the door behind him.
Sinking back into the couch, Tris turns her head toward the cushion of the sofa and lets her eyes fall closed.
After a couple of minutes she feels a dip, and looking over, Four has seated himself the opposite side of her. He takes a few sips of the juice from his bottle before setting it beside him and pulling his legs up.
Leaning against the armrest he watches Tris as well, and they sit quietly neither knowing what to do or say.
"Hey." He finally says, breaking the silence.
Tris yawns quietly and sits a bit straighter, using the back of her hands to wipe at her eyes.
She studies his appearance. His hair is slightly messy and like her, he looks tired. But other than that she can't deny the physical attractiveness he so unfairly possesses. She glances away, then back at his dark blue eyes again, wondering how it was possible for a color to hold so much intensity and hidden thoughts.
Tris pushes herself up and scoots closer to him. He abruptly tenses at the proximity as their knees bang into each other and she lightly grazes her fingers over his shoulder.
His breath is still as she tugs lightly at his sleeve.
Then she slugs his arm.
"Ow!" He yelps in pain, rubbing his arm roughly and pulling away from her as much as possible, which isn't a lot considering how near she was to him.
"What the hell was that for?" He questions, eyes narrowing.
She gives him the same look back, gently cradling her curled fist because she basically bashed it into his arm. "For being the most rudest prick in the world."
"What?"
"That means you're-"
He interrupts her from the approaching string of damning she was about to gladly give him.
"No, I meant why?"
She snorts bitterly. "Because you deserved it."
He stares at her while rubbing his arm for a while, then shakes his head, exhaling.
"Okay, we're even now, happy?"
She shakes her head in disagreement.
"Now what?"
"You owe me something else."
Silence.
"Why am I apologizing?"
Tris can feel her vision become a hot white, but she keeps herself calm. "You're apologizing because you made me feel like shit in front of everyone."
His face is difficult to make out, but the intensity of his eyes weaken slightly. "I had to do it."
"You didn't have to do anything, okay?" She snaps back, putting emphasis.
"Tris, you seriously don't know how Eric is. I don't know how many times I'll have to explain it to you, but when he picks someone as a target, there's no chance against him."
His tone is like he's exasperated, but all she can focus on right now is the sentences running around like mad mice in her head.
Zeke: "This is absurd. I never payed attention to the other team to notice he was there, Eric is such a fucking ass."
"Stay here. He's got you as a target."
Why was everyone telling her that Eric was making her a target? Why did they even care?
"I don't need your fucking protection. I'm capable of taking care of myself."
Well, she could take care of herself... right?
But then a final memory shoves its way into her mind, standing out from the rest.
Eric: "I'm not scared of you."
Four: "You should be. I've done it once, I can do it again."
Did what, exactly?
She finally looks into the blue of his shadowy eyes again, and backs away to give some distance between them.
"What did you do with him?" She demands decisively.
"With who?"
"Eric."
His eyebrows furrow. "About what?"
Tris crosses her arms. "Well, for one, he hates you more than everyone. And two, it's like he wants to agitate the hell outta you for fun, but he never pushes past some type of... limit. Why?"
He's quiet. "That's irrelevant to what-"
"No it's not. You, Zeke, and Uriah knew who he was. You did something, because you mentioned something about it earlier to him. So what'd you do?"
"I didn't do-"
"I'm not stupid, Eric seems like a guy who won't back down unless he knows he'll lose. And you've done something in the past to set that."
He blows out a frustrated breath. "Goddamn it, Tris. You're so fucking stubborn."
"Really? Didn't notice." She says sarcastically.
He just crosses his arms. And the way he does it shows decisiveness. He wasn't going to tell her.
"I don't like to talk about it." He finally answers, voice quiet, laced with intimidation.
She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming on the top of her lungs. Fine then, she'd ask Zeke. If he'd been providing information without her asking, then the chances of him telling her if she did ask were very high.
Even though she had a backup plan, Tris leans back again and looks away from Four, obviously irritated.
She could feel an angry heat in her cheeks that would just not go away.
She even considers just walking out again, but she was so tired of people right now. Sleep or isolation was the only thing on her mind.
"Remember the screen a while ago? Roommates are to be your friends, not your enemies."
Tris doesn't glance at him, she just rakes a hand through her hair in frustration and huffs. "Yeah? Well look at how that is working out, Four. Perfect, right?"
He ignores her heated comment. "And the screen also said that your roommate would highly effect your performances in the games- in a good way."
She shakes her head. "Wow. How astonishing! I didn't even know you helped me a lot when I competed through my first game!"
He blows out a breath. "God Tris, I'm trying to ease the tension here, and you make it worse!"
"That's because there's no way to fix this!" Tris yells, gesturing between both of them. "We don't get along! All we do is argue. I don't like you, you don't like me, what's the point of mixing up peanut butter and ketchup when they're not even the right pairings!
She takes another big breath. "Sometimes I wish we'd never met each other because you're the most indecipherable ass in the world! Because even after all of this, you STILL haven't said a fucking five letter word that would have prevented this conversation minutes ago!"
It takes a second for her to properly register what she'd just said.
Perhaps she had hurt him. Or maybe she was hurting herself. Without realizing it, she'd just placed the first brick to create a wall between them.
But she was stubborn. And she wasn't going to be the one to back down. Maybe now she should just leave?
"Sorry. Happy now?"
The words were rough. Cold. Meaningless. Empty.
Tris exhales, breath unstable. "Oh I'm delighted."
Anyone who had a brain would know how much of a lie that was.
Then there's a sound of a door closing, and when Tris looks up, Four is already gone.
12:30 a.m. in the morning.
She can't even sleep. She just couldn't.
Tris was feeling disgusting. She knew she was a hypocrite right now. She'd wanted Uriah to handle Marlene properly, but here she had just ruined everything with Four.
She was just out of it. Disoriented mentally. Rest would help, a fresh mind would help, but that wouldn't come. Every time she closed her eyes she would see the word 'sorry' in swirly letters, mocking her. Gray, empty, cold, like he'd said earlier.
That's why she was seated criss-cross on Four's bed, fiddling with the pockets of her sweatshirt and trying to figure out what she'd say to at least ease the agitation between them.
She was just about to go mental from the suspenseful waiting when she shoves on her gladiator sandals and exits the room with her phone and key safely inside of her damp and tight grip.
Blinded through her thoughts, she puts one foot in front of the other through the halls until she ends up at a door. Without bothering to register where she was, she shoves it open and keeps walking.
The room she enters is dark, chilled, lifeless. Except for her quiet steps echoing throughout the place, there was no sound.
Tris turns on her phone and looks for a torch or flashlight app, but finds none. She decides to just hold her horrible phone light in front of her when she notices something black in front of her.
The black table to be exact.
Why was she in the cafeteria?
Tris traces her steps back and flicks on a light switch. She fights back the urge to hiss as her eyes fight to adjust to the bright florescent lights.
She walks back over to the table and sits down on top of it, completely abandoning the seats.
She just randomly walked into the cafeteria, there must be a reason?
Tris brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, hanging her head down.
Her next breath is shaky, and it takes only a second for the tears to prickle at the corner of her eyes.
But there was no way she was going to let them fall. She'd had enough of crying. Tris sometimes wished that she was still that girl before the games. The girl who never cried. The girl who never screamed or got scared or became vulnerable.
The lights suddenly go out and she is plunged into darkness.
Her breathing stops. A certain memory flashes before her, from the day she was getting kidnapped. Lights Out ;) it had said.
"You shouldn't be here."
A loud yet cautionary voice.
Tris's head snaps up, and she holds in her scream. She'd been so consumed into her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the cafeteria door open or the slender fingers that had flicked off the switch.
Her heart was beating against her chest so hard as if someone were banging a stick onto her body, but she manages to get out a few words.
"And neither should you."
She scrambles with her phone and points the dim light over to the dark outline of a body near the door.
The person in front of her... she was beautiful. Her hair was a soft chocolate brown, her eyes were a warm hazel, and her body structure was flawless. Tris had never felt so jealous.
The girl shrugs and plays with the strings of her hoodie. "I've come here every night. This is your first time though."
Tris purses her lips together. There was a battle in her head, telling her to either flee or talk.
Tris finally shrugs. "Who are you?"
Her laugh is sharp but purely angelic. "Well I'm obviously your enemy."
Tris squints her eyes at the color of her hoodie and bites the inside of her cheek as she realizes that it is blue.
"I'm Myra." She continues.
Myra. Myra. Sounds familiar...
Ah, Edward and Myra. The PDA couple.
"I'm-"
"Tris. Yes, I know. Everyone knows. Who doesn't?"
Tris isn't sure why her blood becomes cold at that. Everyone knew her? She never wanted to attract so much attention, and here Myra was, basically saying that everyone in Group A knew who she was.
He's got you as a target. He's got you as a target. He's got you as a target.
Tris winces. Four was right, but being given actual evidence only made everything feel worse.
She wipes her eyes with the back of her free hand and lets out a disheartened puff.
"Are you alright?"
Tris almost forgot she was there. "Could be better, I guess. It's just... people can be confusing."
Myra's lips sink into a frown.. "Yes. They can be. I completely understand."
Tris stiffens abruptly. What the hell was she even doing talking to her enemy?! She couldn't become close with anyone she would have to kill later!
Tris pushes herself off the table and begins walking toward the door. Myra is about to follow when Tris holds up a hand.
"Stop. We shouldn't be seen together. Talking to you was probably a mistake, I should've ran when I had the chance."
Myra freezes, looking a bit taken back. "Oh..."
Tris opens the door and takes a step out before momentarily pausing.
Think. Think. Maybe meeting Myra was a good thing... There had to be a reason she came to the cafeteria, was this it?
Tris purses her lips together. For goodness sake, could anything be any more obvious?! She was talking to a girl from Group A.
Tris lets go of the door handle and turns around, suddenly handing Myra her phone. "Add your number."
She furrows her eyebrows together but does as she's told.
A few seconds later they've traded numbers and Tris is making her way back to her room. After everything that had occurred in the last few hours, this was definitely a good highlight.
Myra would come in handy for the future.
When Tris glances at her phone it's about 1:16 a.m. She was extremely tired.
Slipping the key into the key hole, she gives the knob a turn and steps into the dark room. The room was dimly lit, but otherwise she didn't have to even look at Four's bed to know that he was probably sleeping.
Tris throws her phone onto her bed and walks into the bathroom. She washes off the concealer she'd worn earlier and sighs, noticing that her dark circles were slightly lighter. To get rid of them, she'd have to sleep alright.
Tris ties her hair into a high and careless bun before ripping off her sweatshirt, leaving her in a tight black tank top and her joggers. Lightly tracing the tattoo on her collarbone, she closes her eyes for a second. As her fingers grazed over each crow, she imagined the face of each member of her family. Then she gets to the numbers engraved into her skin and is slapped across the face with reality.
Blowing a few strand hairs away from her face, Tris makes her way over to the sink and gets a glass of water. It was refreshing to be drinking it. She imagines that as the water slips down her throat, so do her troubles. When she'd wake up in the morning, she and Four would be able to talk without biting at each other's heads.
But one could dream.
Tris slowly climbs onto her bed and curls up into a fetus position under the blanket. She watches Four who has an arm draped over his face, and the other across his chest with his fingers curled tightly. His breaths are quiet like the person he was. The guy who could walk without making a single sound.
Not knowing what gets her up, Tris walks over to him and slowly grabs his hand. Lightly, she skims her fingers over his rough knuckles, surprised at the warmth she feels from them. Grabbing at his curled fist, she slowly opens each finger so that now, his fingers were open and resting lightly on his stomach.
But what would it feel like to be able to slip her hand under his shirt? To feel his hard yet smooth stomach. To feel the muscles and the way he'd inhale a sharp breath as her icy fingers would trail against his warm body?
Tris jumps back as she realizes that she'd been drawing random circles onto his chest. She was so fucking mental. This guy was asleep and she was thinking of touching him.
She backs away and holds her arms out in front of her as if they were burned, she was ashamed of herself.
Come on, you literally said it yourself. You. Don't. like. Him.
Slipping under her blanket, she shuts her eyes and wills for herself to sleep. She needed to wake up with a fresh mentality, this was just pure proof about what would happen if she didn't sleep in a long time- no self control.
But even when her body starts to feel light and the world around her begins to peacefully slip away, the beautiful color of a certain shade of blue eyes is fresh in her mind.
After a long time of just blackness or nightmares, it was one of the first dreams she welcomed with open arms.
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