Warm Hands. ["Crush x Reader"]

Day 1.

You wake up.

Rays of sun dance across your walls as they greet you from the window. You take a breath.

Today is going to be okay.

You sit up and begin to slide yourself off your bed, letting your feet slowly meet your...carpeted floors?

Yes, that's right. That's always been there. It's a welcome feeling, anyway. You could do without all the bugs in it, though.

You begin to dress yourself, as the sunlight from the window behind you trickles into your room and lights up your skin. Caressing it. Holding you.

Grabbing at you. Digging into you. Not wanting you to leave, clutching at your arms and legs. The light is so hot. It's burning your skin, y/n, and you need to stop. Move.

Get away from the window, please.

There's no time for breakfast. You should get going, you do have school. You remember, don't you?

You begin your drab and routine walk to school. Rays of sun claw at your squinted eyes, trying to squeeze their way into your retinas. They only want to be seen. Isn't the light so beautiful?

You tread on, thoughtlessly. Your scorched legs carry you to your destination almost mechanically. You don't need to think.

Until you lose focus, and you're in a school hallway.

A smiling figure runs up to you, beaming.

"Hey y/n! You didn't call me last night, I was a little worried. But I'm glad you showed up today!" You stare blankly.

You don't remember last night. You don't remember this person. But they know your name, and it's nice to be appreciated. You examine them for a moment.

They're plainly dressed, and nothing about them seems characteristically or physically unique. They seem very average. Their face is by all accounts incredibly plain. Their eyes seem dull, and hollow, and you can't quite discern the color of their irises. The Figure stares.

"Y/N?"

You snap back to focus. "Oh, right, sorry about that, I was...last night, I mean- I was just really tired and went to bed early."

The Figure smiles sweetly. "Well, I'm just glad you're alright." They grasp your hand.

Tightly.

Lingering.

It burns.

You close your eyes tightly.

Day 2.