⚡️-REWRITTEN ELECEED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE-⚡️

CHAPTER 27: IT'S TIME

Author: GUESS WHO IS BACK (insert Kumi Koda) anyway LITERALLY I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I THINK IN ALL, INCLUDING THE NEXT CHAOTER I ALREADY POSTED, I WROTE 17K WORKS (plus another 19k for something else all in the span of TWO MONTHS SO YEAH, I HAVE EXCUSES🔥🔥🔥🫘🗣️

Guys this chapter is really cute I'm kicking my feet just thinking abt it

ALSO literally so sorry if u spot a mistake, I was up till 2 trying to get this on her to post the next day, and I didn't feel like editing. I'll do it later 🥱

CHAPTER 27: IT'S TIME

?????'S POV:

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Every day, it's been the same thing; wake up, train, rest for a minute, train more, and more after that until the day ends and she finally goes to sleep.

Every. Single. Day.

It's been brain-rotting having to watch her this entire time. It's all because of that wretched Kayden that I'm still stuck here, unable to escape.

While I've been pretending to sleep, he's somehow been keeping both an eye on me and rallying that girl as she trains and sweats like there's no tomorrow.

Occasional glares have been the less dubious things I've received from him. One day while that woman was feeding the other cats, he decided to hover over my body while I was pretending to sleep.

Which, of course, did in no way end well because when I finally opened my eyes, I was met with piercing green eyes staring directly into my soul from an inches width of distance between my eyes and his.

I almost shrieked.

The result however was just myself silently gaping as my soul left my body.

And the days after that were even worse.

Because of that small ordeal, he's kept his eyes on me even more. And the looks, honestly... he keeps replicating that wide-eyed deadpan from the other day when he tried sucking up my soul that I genuinely can't tell whether or not he's serious or teasing.

Whatever it is, it's traumatizing.

However, all that being said, there is still one thing worse than everything I've said above that is just absolutely terrifying.

It's nighttimes.

That damn talking cat wakes up every night, sometime past two in the morning and simply sits down on the opposite couch, in the dark.

Motionless.

And his eyes, worse yet, are closed.

Sometimes I wonder if he's simply sleep walking but no, right when I start getting comfortable with his uncannily still presence just across from me, he opens those murderous green eyes of his and stares directly at me.

They practically glow in the dark.

And the sharp, thin vertical lines for pupils are enough to make me feel like I've already been killed.

That cat is awake every, single, night.

I don't even get a chance to escape because he's either sitting on the couch, sitting outside or both.

And even after he finally goes back upstairs to sleep, I'm already succumbed to sleep and the same daily process recycles again.

I am exhausted.