To the streets, he was Reckless.
Short-tempered, hot-headed Reckless.
Yes, to the streets, he was Reckless.
But to her, he was Nehemiah.
And all they needed was each other.
𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖆
𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙.
Previously titled All...
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For the first time in weeks, I'm pulled from my sleep by something other than the drum-shattering shrill of my alarm.
The sun cuts through the crevice in my parted blinds, warming the skin of my eyelids. I savour the feeling for a few minutes longer than I know I have to spare on a Tuesday morning, before I force my eyes open and huff out a refreshed breath. A quiet nagging at the corner of my mind finds my well-restedness suspicious, but I can't bring myself to care. I reach for my phone in its usual position on my bedside table, only to be met by empty space. I frown, briefly reminded of Kenzo dashing it at the floor like a smoke bomb. Grinding my jaw at the memory, I reach for my Apple watch, only to find it dead. I glance towards its discarded charger on the floor, and sigh. Not a good start to my day. Instead, I run my hand over my duvet until my grasp finds my TV's remote. I click it on and wait for it to show any sign of life. Seconds later, it does so. My gaze shifts to the corner of the screen, 9:15 glares back at me.
I almost get whiplash shooting out of bed and into my bathroom.
My entire hygiene process plays out at a heightened velocity as I fly about the bathroom. Rather than my focus being on the time slipping through my fingers, my mind is labouring overtime to understand what the hell is going on this morning. For one, no one woke me up for school. Two, I'm now incredibly late for school. Three, what's going to be waiting for me when I get there? Not even 24 hours ago, Kenzo had vowed it would be nothing pleasant, now I'm suddenly rushing to show up, as if I really want to find out. I feel my body hesitate, one finger on my shower's nob, as I debate if there's even a point. I can think of a few reasons why I should go to school, but twice as many not to. And where the hell is Tiegan?
