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Symbol Meme - ★ - Sitting at their bedside
He could hear the rainfall.
It amplified in ripples, trickling down the water spouts andrunning off before being absorbed into the ground. The wind was alsopresent, lulling ocean-like ambiance that came in waves. It pluckedat the window as the rolling breeze picked up.
A frown was present followed by the acts of a groan. He lifted hishand up to brush through his hair but his fingertips grazed acrossthe rough surface of a damp cloth. He didn’t remember last night,he didn’t know how he got into this bed.
Rolling his eyes and feeling the ache that suppressed behind them;a deep rooted pressure he could not relieve. He noted a figure albeitblurred at the side of his bed. A deep inhale of air and he willedhis eyes to take focus on the silhouette. Blonde hair with honeyedeyes, he knew instantly who it was through the pain of fog. Fingersclutched the cloth and tossed it away, feeling the dampness of themoisture hit the air on his pale skin. The sound of the rag hittingthe ground with a plopping sound.
“How long?” He asked, finding his voice to be cracked. Hepromptly cleared it, shuffling the blankets away from his chest. Hefelt suffocated in them despite the chilled clammy sensation alongthe rest of his body. He noted he was in his usual night clothes butcouldn’t recall anything prior to getting here. His tongueskittered along his parched lips, he was becoming agitated by thispredicament and the lack of knowing that came with it.
