Starlight

Chapter 18: Let me help you sleep

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"Hello, Kaira"

It felt like the time had stopped moving when I heard the voice again.

I thought all of this was behind me. My past seems to never let go of me no matter how much I try.

His voice was like sweet poison.

I knew I had been sitting still for at least 2 minutes before I ended the call.

I stared at my phone screen, trying to process if it was real. Or if I was just dreaming. I would've been up by now if it were a dream

"Kaira?" Ishan's hand brushed against my shoulder "Who was it?"

"No one" I replied curtly. It's better if Ishan doesn't know about this. I wouldn't want to drag him in the chaos that is my past. Some part of me wants to tell him but it's too scared of what his reaction would be.

He sat up straight now "Are you okay?"

I nodded. Then put on a smile.

"It was a fraud call. Funeral homes and stuff, it just kind of brought unwanted memories from when my mother...died"

I didn't like how the lie easily rolled off of my tongue. It wasn't even a month ago when he said that I don't have to pretend with him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered in a slow voice, cautious of every word.

It's hard to find words to comfort someone when their loved one dies. What are you supposed to say?

It'll get better? No one wants to hear that.
Or that 'they're' in a better place? Please.

"No" I faced him, "I want to sleep"

He softly blinked his eyes as in 'okay'

He kissed the top of my head before turning off the lights and pulling the comforters over us

Ever since the day I got that nightmare, he hasn't left me alone at night even once. Sometimes, he'd do his office work the whole nights in the room instead of his office.

We're not counting how he complains about his neck aches in the morning.

He always puts his forehead against my chest when he sleeps but somehow we always wake up with my head on top of his chest.

It just provides me so much comfort.

But today, it didn't.

I kept thinking about the phone call. What did he want? It has been YEARS since we last talked. Why now?

Whenever i closed my eyes, i was reminded of the day everything went down hill. The day my smile left my face and didn't ever truly return until I met Ishan.

I was tossing and turning half of the time.

I just couldn't stop thinking. The possibilities of him pulling the same shit he did all those years ago are never zero.

"Kaira?" I heard Ishan's voice from behind me "What's wrong, baby?"

"I'm just restless"

I hadn't realised I woke him up.

I wanted to slam my palm on my forehead for waking him up at 3am when he had to leave in the morning.

I turned around to face him "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you"

He was wide awake. I mean, there wasn't a hint of sleepiness in his eyes. But it was something else and it sent a shiver a down my spine.

I'm not normally like this but there's something about him that turns me on. Like right now, his voice and his messy hair.