you don't want to get out of bed and he knows the script all too well.
you stare at the ceiling. as threatening were the tears, you knew this wasn't the time. nor the place.
he'd be here the next moment, calling you out for breakfast. you dreaded his arrival. how were you to excuse another of this day? how were you to expect him to excuse another of this day?
how long till you become a burden?
the door creaked open. well, half open. enough for his voice to demand you out of the bed and onto the table.
but he didn't get the mumble of wanting five more minutes, or he didn't receive the usual groan. instead you were silent, you were awake and silent. he traces back to see you curled up into your blanket. you were laying slightly tilted, your head buried into his pillow. with silent steps he walks over to his side of the bed.
‘what's wrong?’
you don't reply. what were you to say? that even after being in the comfort of his presence for years, you still trace back to those memories that you, you both have tried so hard to bury? because in all fairness it was never that serious. people had it worse.
and you were scared to watch levi validate your feelings. you called them stupid. but never did you see him undermine them even if the memory was as stupid as not being selected in a competition back in your college. because if it affected you then it shaped you. and if it affected you, then it deserved attention.
and it scared you, because how long till you become a burden?
you hear him sigh as he retreats his steps and steps out of the room. you didn't stop the tears from dampening your cheeks. you couldn't.
was he done with you? was he tired of putting up? was he-
‘get your face out of my pillow,’ you pop out to see him put the tray of breakfast on the side table. he grunts and sits on the bed, taking away the pillow from you. ‘come here,’ he shifts so that your head lay on his lap. he sighs and starts to scratch your scalp gently as you settle on his lap. and you let yourself cry.
he doesn't question why. he rests his head back on the headboard, continuing the scratching of his fingers in your head. once you get quite he looks down at you, face still away from him.
‘i brought our breakfast here. you don't have to get up yet. you can have it whenever you feel so. and if you don't feel like moving a muscle i'll...feed you,’
a faint smile curves up your face.
‘brat,’ he scoffs.
you shift your face to look up at him. there's nothing except love that you might spot in his eyes.
‘do you not get tired?’ you knew the answer and so did he. yet this conversation played like a routine.
‘no. i'm here for you because i want to be here for you,’
‘you don't have to-’
‘i want to’
and you don't question him again. not for the day atleast.
synopsis : your male bestfriend gets rid of your insecurities
warnings : none (kissing ig?)
‘What's the matter?’ He whispered, his eyes though on the fascinating stars.
I wonder what's in him that senses every emotion of mine without me expressing them. It's been years to us being the closest friends and from those years there comes three of them where I fell for him. This is a secret, still kept from him. It's a friendship I perish and if I dare move forward, I'm afraid I'll lose him forever.
‘Nothing, of course,’ I replied without turning to him, because oh his eyes. Bright and alluring, always holding their magic on me.
‘You can't lie to me. I know something is wrong. You never stare at the stars in silence. There's always a beautiful memory of the day you tell me while watching the stars, because don't you say that the stars remind you of happiness?’
The stars remind me of you, the happiness I described was you.
‘They do, indeed,’ I said, ‘But today...’ The sentence hung on for a while until I found it hard to continue it anymore.
‘Tell me, what's wrong?’ His eyes were still wandering from one star to another.
I sighed and started.
‘I don't feel like someone would ever love me. I can't picture anyone having a likeness towards me. I can't picture anyone thinking about me before they fall asleep, there's rarely any impact I put on people. I can't picture them getting butterflies because I greeted or smiled at them. Though, why would they even? I'm not special, very normal. People would find better than me everywhere, why settle for something low?’ I laughed, trying not to sound needy for some sympathy.
His eyes shifted to me. I felt a shiver run down, they had some magic. He smiled and I swear I would've been caught blushing had I not turned away. His fingers gently grabbed my chin and turned my face back to him. He moved closer, his breath was even and smooth unlike my shaky one.
‘You are normal and that's what's special about you. It's not just the greetings or the smile, every word you speak does something to me. That laugh you have, brings butterflies. Every story you narrate lingers in my mind. My nights are incomplete without thinking about you, it makes me restless to meet you again. I understand if you can't picture anyone liking you because I, love you,’
When I thought he couldn't have captured my heart anymore, his tender lips held mine. They stayed there for enough time until our existence felt unknown. There was no me nor him, it was just us. The stars didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was us.
- ‘I had a dream. The world was near the end, people were dead, and there were hardly any left. But you were there, we were alive. It made me wonder if ever was the earth to go extinct and if ever were we the only ones to exist, would you still hate me the way you do now?’
January 15th.. whether it’s his real birthday or not, we’re going celebrate Ray anyways! I gave Emma the utmost praise on her birthday, so of course I’ll be doing the same for him. Ray is, without a doubt, my favorite character from this series, so shining light on all of his best moments will be an absolute joy for me to ramble on about.. and oh boy, do I really ramble on this time. Is it because Ray is just that knowledgeable and reliable? Or because he’s my favorite and I couldn’t help but point out even the smallest of moments? It might be a mix of both.. but oh well, best boy deserves every bit of praise.
(spoilers for the entirety of The Promised Neverland & ch181.5, so if you haven’t read/completed the manga yet or Ray’s side story, consider this your first warning, because I’m literally going from start to finish with this.. yet again.)
This post is certainly much longer and more detailed than that Emma post, so let’s get started! (i pray the below cut works)
“Emma… I’ll live. I’ll live and protect this family. Everyone in this family, just like you. This time, for sure, I swear. No matter what happens, I’ll never abandon them again. So don’t bear this burden alone.”