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The space between you and him is small—both of your noses barely touching. You can feel his piercing blue eyes gazing at you. Searching and trying to comfort you. It's intimating at the least but yet so beautiful.
He brings his hand to your cheek, caressing it. You can feel the hot tears coming in, but his thumb brushes it off. You begin to shake, remembering the memories the both of you shared with him. You grip his clothes for you to stop shaking, but it doesn't work. You then feel a pair of arms around your back as he brings you in closer to his chest, his legs intertwine with yours as you bury your face against his chest
"Y/N." His voice is soft. This is unlike him, especially since it's coming from the strongest sorcerer there is. "Y/N," he calls out to you again. You look up at him. Your puffy red eyes glooming at him
"It hurts," your voice quivers as you say this. "It hurts so much," you place your head against his chest again, trying to get rid of the pain, that was marked on you by him. All you want to do is rest. Rest and find comfort for a lifetime of pain.
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You open your eyes and lifted your head from his chest. You don't know how long time has passed by, but you know it's long enough to say it well over past midnight. Your pain, however, still lingers. You sniff and turned your head to him. His eyes are closed, and his breaths steady. His arm still drapes over you, and his head is on your shoulder. I can't stay here. Not with him. not where he reminds me of him. You carefully escape from his grasps as he slumps over the bed. You shift towards the end of the bed and place your feet against the cold floor. biting your lip you look back at the sleeping boy. He is now shirtless, probably because of the wetness of your tears that was on his shirt and he decided to take it off. Often you would've blushed from the sight of his bare body as you admired it and his too. Sighing, you turn back, and lift yourself off his bed but stop as you felt a sudden warmness against your back. Your eyes widen as you turn your head to your shoulder, finding his head over your shoulder and his arms around your waist whilst his thumb slowly brushing your hip bone.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" You whisper.
"No, I was still awake. I-I can't sleep."
"Oh." You give a shaky breath and try to push yourself off him, but his strong arms prevent you from doing so.
"Please don't go," he whispers. His tone is desperate, pleading for you to stay.
"You know I can't stay here."
"Please, just for tonight." You notice his blue eyes are calling to you almost begging for you to stay. It's ironic how those same eyes are famous for being intimidating or seductive. But tonight is different as you see a vulnerable side of it. Something you never expect. Sighing, you give in as you bring your legs back to the warm bed. You lay flat on the bed as he shifts down to rest under your arms and his fingers go to your stomach, drawing random patterns. You shiver from the touch. You always knew his hands were cold, often teasing about them. But tonight you don't have the will to do it.
Suddenly he stops and looks at you, he doesn't say anything as he goes back to run his fingers against your skin, still glancing at you. Meanwhile your finger is on the back of his head massaging his scalp. You look away, avoiding him. "Y/N," he said finally breaking the silence.
No no no. Please don't look at me. Not now. Please.
"Y/N," he repeats again.
"What?" You peer down at him, his cold blue eyes makes you shudder.
"Do you regret it?"
"Huh?"
"'Do you regret it?" He emphasizes the question. Then hits you. Do you regret loving him? Although he doesn't ask the love part, you automatically knew what he meant.
Your heart beats faster, and your heart begins to sink. Do you regret it? You bite your lips to stop them from quivering and can feel the tears prickling in your eyes. "I don't know." You don't know if those memories you shared with him were a complete waste, or it was something you would never forget. "I don't know," you choke back a sob as the both of you grasp each other's arms and hold each other tight, not wanting to let each go the same way you both let him go.
That is both of your regrets.