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Y/n’s POV
You slam the door as you enter the room, unknown to what you should do with your pent up emotions.
“Ahhh” you try to scream but rather breath out from your tight chest - barely a whisper. You feel your eyes water from the heat that has risen to your face in complete anger. The last time you felt this angry, it had changed your life for the worst. It dragged you into this hell hole.
After moments of standing still, arms hugged up to your chest and your forehead against your wall, you lean back, making your way to your closet. It’s when you open your draw, seeing its continents, anger floods back and you slam it shut.
Gravity feels heavy as it cripples your will to stand. You land on your bed and curl up. Sleep always seems to come to you when you are infuriated, but always leads to an unrestful sleep, plagued with nightmares.
Enemy’s POV
Time has made sure to leave its presence unknown, and night has come quickly. Your enemy is walking up the hallway to his room. The sight of the long corridor boring him as it reminds him about how he’s trapped here in boarding school.
From the hours between now and when you ran out of the room, your enemy has had his thoughts glued to you. As he passes your room, all he can think about is how he personally felt your anger as you left everyone to gossip about you and what had happened. Before having your classes combined, he never wanted to see you, nor hear you. Anything to do with you, he thought, was the bane of his existence. However, now time only passes if you are not there, though life is non-existent without you, and slows when you enter the room though time wants him to savour the moment. That in itself infuriates him - how you intrude his thoughts without consent, and how your smile seems to be the only source of comfort he gets in a dull school like this.
It’s only when hearing the nightmarish screams and muffled cries from your room that he forgets his anger and rips open the door. His heart pounding with worry when he sees you toss and turn in painful dreams. He rushes over to you and flails his arms around in hopes of securing yours. He repeats your name, slowly anchoring you to consciousness.
Y/n’s POV
The first thing you are confronted with when you wake is your enemy’s confused and concern face - emotions that you don’t comprehend. It’s through fear that he’s here to take advantage of your weakness, you find your hand already reaching over to the dagger next to your bed and you swiftly guide it from its place to his neck. However, it is intercepted by his firm grip over your white Knuckles that grips the dagger.
Your breath catches while your heart races from your dreams and abrupt awakening. It’s is then, once’s stilled in the moment, except for your staggering rise and fall of your chest, that you take in everything about him and the look of sincere emotions embroidered on his face. How he’s in your room, holding you up to face him so he can look into your red, teary eyes and somehow know what’s going on in your mind.
A comfortability washes over you, not only that you don’t have to explain why you are in such distress, but that HE is here.
You are aware of how your heart used to revel at his sight, but now as he holds both of your arms with one hand In between both of your chests, and his other holding you close, you feel your urge to cling onto him and lean into his hold.
So you do.
And he doesn’t stop you- instead, he pulls you closer, not wanting you to feel alone. Your head rest on his chest, and his chin rests on your head.
He speaks words of comfort to you and you melt from his voice that was only loud enough that only you could hear. When your tears and heart beat settles, he starts to twist around you and lay down in a way that you stay in his arms.
His presence has made so much of an affect on you, that any heart ache from before or even your nightmares ceased to ever exist. This time, as his softer breath cools your skin, you are taken into a soft dream unlike before. The last thought, though, you had before falling into sleep was fear. Fear that when you wake, he would be gone but it was too late to delve into that fear, for dormancy overcame.
A fresh, new smell fills your senses. Curiosity doesn’t ascend, for your consciousness is already aware with your surroundings. The sensation of him furnished against you as he plays with your hair awakens you further. Your eyes flutter open, tickling him on his neck from having your head rested there. He laughs and innocently complains about how it tickled him. You uncurl your head from his neck and chest and look up to him. He returns eye contact with a kindness behind his glossy, tired eyes.
As he strokes your hair again, he places a kiss on your forehead. Butterflies fill your chest, and he must see the excitement and hope in your eyes for he gifts you with another kiss on the same spot. It tingles. You heart tingles, your lips tingle and the ghost of his kiss tingles.
Naturally, your hands rest in front of his heart. Somehow knowing that you would prefer to take it slow, no matter how much in need you really do feel, he pulls you in closer in cuddles, saving your first true kiss for the future.