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Toris was a mess, entangled in his sheets and putting his face between his pillows. The anger migraine was pounding deep in his head, making so difficult to think. He could feel his thoughts come undone, replaced only by the infernal pain seeping through.The migraines were only part of something greater, something that Toris kept to himself. This turmoil, this pain, all caused by things that he couldnât control. Well, that he himself couldnât control without others speaking for his behalf. Itâs becoming too much. And he hated it all.The pain was even more horrid today. He couldnât look or even do his paperwork as he felt only pain, and the resulting anger from said pain, consume his body. It was somehow a miracle that he didnât get reprimanded for his lack of action and by doing the bare minimum, he was able to spend the rest of his day in his room recovering. So he laid there, his eyes closed and his curtains drawn, waiting when the pain and anger would die down.Â
It seemed he was close to sleep, as he felt his body relax and his scrambled thoughts becoming into meaningless words, until he heard a knock and his door opening. He only knew who it could be, and with her soft statement, Toris opened his eyes as he saw Nastya sit down on the corner of his bed.Â
He let his hand relax, a sense of relief washing over him as her pinky interlocked his. Her hands were cold, but it didnât bother him. He moved his head from the pillows and allowed himself to relax, as the both of them sat in silence. Even with no words, there was comfort in the silent solace between them. A comfort that Toris wanted so badly as he felt the bottled anger inside him dying down. But he knew that this peace wouldnât last.Â
Of course he asked her to stay. But her response caused a needle of guilt to pierce him. He knew the danger of being caught. And he definitely knew the dire consequences that they would get from him. But he wanted this peace, the silent sanctuary they have created to not end. For he knew that the anger would rise again and begin anew.Â
 But still, he canât force her to stay. It wasnât right.Â
â I know, but it might not hurt to stay for a few more minutes. If weâre quiet, they wonât catch us. â His voice came out in a soft whisper, his eyes looking up to hers. â Besides, I think everyone else is asleep. â At least, heâs hoping that everyone is asleep.Â
Itâs moments like these where she wished they were children again, free to do whatever they want; without a fear in the world. Had she known that the world would be so cruel to them, maybe, she might have been nicer to Toris. At least, she was trying to make it up now ... even in the most discreet ways as possible with fear washing over them.Â
Maybe today will be the day she builds up the courage to stay. Yes, it shall be the day as Nastya decided to herself while her all fingers interlaced with his, followed by a gentle squeeze. Toris was right, everyone was asleep, they would never know they were together. The night was young! As long as they were quieter than mice, then everything will be alright, right?Â
â Yes, youâre right.â It was hard to say no to such pleading eyes, she couldnât help but sigh as she wanted to be near Toris more than anything at this moment. She was unsure if he was a desperate need of comfort, it would be selfish, but she needed him so. Yet she found herself inching up his bedside, laying next to him, facing him as she watched his chest rise every so often. â I am hoping for a beautiful summer, â She whispered, â Maybe this year, you can finally catch my wreath on Kupala. â














