She was the girl who was afraid of love. Terrified of it. It isn't permanent, she believed, it leaves you and it leaves you broken.
He was the boy who desperately needed it. Love--the only thing that could've rooted him to this world.
Ophelia and...
“your lips on my skin and I crumble into wild little butterflies.”
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When I woke up, I sure as heck did not feel refreshed. If anything, I wanted to curl up under the duvet again and doze off for the rest of the century.
Except that I didn't really get to do that, because I realized that this wasn't my bed, or the bed I had grown quite accustomed to in Luce's apartment. That alone made me open my eyes and look around the familiar hotel room.
I stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds, gathering all my thoughts, before looking over at the other bed in this very huge hotel room. I was surprised, however, when I saw that the other bed was empty.
Alastair wasn't here.
That further woke me up and I found myself looking over at the bathroom. The lights were off.
Where could he have possibly gone off to? More importantly, was I that into my sleep that I hadn't even heard him leaving?
I exhaled heavily and sat up, pushing the duvet away and almost immediately missing its warmth. Once I was up and conscious, I walked over towards the curtains and pulled them apart just a little to see the dark night sky outside. The streets outside were pretty busy, even if it was way past evening right now.
Looks like I'd be awake tonight, I thought, since I slept basically the entire day.
I breathed out another deep sigh and went over towards my bag, picking out a nice and soft hoodie, which happened to be a black one, and some sweatpants before stepping inside the bathroom.
The next hour went by as I took my precious time to shower. It was refreshing, all right. By the time I got out with my freshly showered hair pulled up into a towel, Alastair had still not come back.
It worried me a little, especially because he hadn't left a note or sent me a text to let me know where he was. But then I told myself not to make a fuss over it and went over to the mini wooden kitchen just beside the closet doors. It wasn't until I was in there and looking over at the small kitchen counter, that I noticed a handful of takeout boxes, untouched, placed on it.
I slowly stepped towards them, pushing them around until I saw a small note stuck on top of one of the boxes.
Gone out for a bit. I'll be back in a while.
Granted, the note was from Alastair, but it was still a bit scary, especially since there was no name on the note. But I figured it must've been him who left me that note and the ample amount of takeout food, before he had left for God knows where.
I didn't touch the food though, because I wasn't feeling hungry. Not at the moment. I felt worried, yes, but not hungry. That's exactly why I opened the mini fridge and took out a bottle of flavored sparkling water (I had never in my life felt like drinking any, but the apple-flavored one was pretty good) and settled down on the couch, surfing through the TV and waiting for Alastair to come back.
