'Yesterday, I exchanged looks with my beloved,
and it was as if I were looking through heaven's doorway.
There was a procession of joy,
but I also saw corpses of pain.'
- Ezu, Jannat
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
3ʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠᴇɪᴡ
The grey throw covering the human shuffles as she moves in her sleep. Little arms curling further into her chest, waves of hair stretch and roll over her cheek casting a shadow on her pink skin. Soft breaths at an even pace flow from her pink lips into the warm bedroom, disappearing under the moonlight which peaks through the window deciding to relish in the sweet sight.
Klaus sighs as her shuffling stops and she falls back into stillness.
Hands stuffed in the pockets of her jumper, back slumped awkwardly on the spiny chair at the side of the bed. With the hood pulled over his head, his hair falls just above his eyes yet it's all worth it as her sweetness filled his senses.
The dampness of the rain outside, the lingering smell of disinfectant and blood, the pieces of dust are all distant in his little world which happens to be asleep on her bed.
He felt high, on a spiny chair, with her smell everywhere. No matter where he would sit or stand the memory of her year here stuck in every unopened cupboard and in the fabric of each cushion.
The childish nights he would spend wondering what she would smell like all happened to be useless when he actually breathed her in.
What about her tas-?
With a deep breath, he readjusts on the chair, dimming the growing light in his eyes and directing his thoughts to their agreement.
Friends.
He could do that.
He could be her friend. How hard could it be?
All he had to do was be nice. And kind, and gentle and soft. He has her trust. Her memories. He has her understanding.
How hard could it be to be her friend?
But if we scare her?
Or if we lose her trust?
Or hurt her again?
Thoughts raced in his mind, lighting up their previous path with their speed. They whizzed and zipped around the glass confinements of his mind wreaking silent havoc which he was glad no one could see.
After this long, he couldn't lose her. Not over his own fault.
He pulls a hand from his pocket. Resting his elbow on the arm of the chair, fingers press his lips shut running the cold metal of his ring on is warm skin.
Bruno is his friend. His best friend. It's not like he tried to be his friend it kind of just... Happened.
Don't overthink,
It will be okay.
He hushes the thoughts into low murmurs, sleepy sounds of useless brainpower hum around the air before leveling off into silence.
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